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Lost and Found || B.BH

♔ pairing: dionysus!byun baekhyun x f!ariadne!reader

♔ genre: angst, one-shot, fluff

♔ word count: 3.5k

♔ warnings: abandonment, murder

♔ abstract: Love comes with all kinds of sacrifices, and after everything she'd sacrificed for her own hopeful romance, all she really wanted was a lover to live with for the rest of her mortal existence. Though the universe—and for that matter the gods who inhabit it—has a cruel sense of humor.

♔ author's note: I've been thinking of writing a Greek mythology story for all of the exos (ot8 [minus Chen, the nation's husband and father]). I have a few plans already, though this one felt the easiest and quickest to execute cause I really wanted to test out and fix my link/tag issue on here 😔

for context, here's a rough synopsis of the Theseus story: the king of Crete angered Poseidon who cursed the queen into woohooing with the king's bull, thus creating a minotaur named Asterion. mortified by this creation, they banished him into a maze and alienated him as if he were nothing, thus creating the bloodthirsty monster he was. the king's son went to Athens bc they themselves had a minotaur problem, but their minotaur wound up killing him. the king of Crete blamed the king of Athens and after some altercations, it resulted in an annual tradition of sending a select few Athenians to serve as tribute and be eaten by Asterion. one of these tributes was Theseus, son of the king of Athens, and he actually defeated the Athenian minotaur. to help him in defeating Asterion, the Crete king's daughter, Ariadne, gave Theseus yarn so he'd be able to navigate the maze, which helped him in killing Asterion. afterwards, they sailed to Naxos, where he abandoned her. interpretations vary of course, but most involve Dionysus marrying Ariadne afterwards bc he fell in love w her.

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Nestled within the Aegean Sea, lost amongst the plethora of islands which dotted the cerulean expanse of the ocean, lays the idyllic yet ever forlorn island of Naxos. Viridescent fields of crops and greenery encompass the entirety of the island, sloped along the verdant hills which make up its landscape. The only obstruction to its rolling plains was that of its mountain at the very heart of the island, as well as the sandy beaches which encircled it all in a protective ring of golden grains.

Upon first arrival, it had seemed nothing short of picturesque—perhaps even going so far as being the most beautiful sight she'd ever observed in her rather dull and sheltered life thus far. The warmth of the sand which greeted her once she'd hopped off the boat felt like the welcoming embrace of a new start, the fine grains sinking beneath her every step as if accommodating to her new presence. The seas lapped against the shores as if reaching out to her, waving—both metaphorically and literally—like it were greeting an old friend. And the winds which carried with it the strong aroma of sea salt and petrichor encompassed her being in a cool and refreshing embrace, nearly cementing the thought that circulated in her head of what a perfectly quaint and romantic escape Naxos was for her and her lover to settle in and establish their new lives together.

At least that's how it had all felt no more than a day ago. It was astounding how much could change upon settling down to rest after the strenuous voyage to Naxos. A mere daytime nap, meant to simply reinvigorate her, had suddenly turned her whole world upside down, because upon opening her eyes, her lover, with whom she'd risked her entire life in order to save, had all but vanished: him, his boat, and by extension, her heart along with him. She couldn't even see a single speck of him remaining on the horizon, and the thought that he had left her the moment she'd fallen asleep felt ever more disparaging.

Now, she sat along the shore. The sands, cooled with the setting sun, cradled her dejected form. The cacophony of waves crashing against the island served to drown out her cries. And the winds, which had grown significantly weaker as the day waned, brushed against her face as if to gently wipe away her tears. Naxos, with its surreal beauty and tender acceptance, had become no more a prison prompted by her own circumstances just as her accomodations had been on Crete. Exchanging one pitiful excuse of a home for another, though now she was utterly alone.

And all she could do was cry to herself. Cry over her foolishness to have risked everything for a boy she'd fallen for so rashly. Cry over her imminent future and the dread of the unknown which lay in waiting for her. Cry over the abandonment and outright rejection from someone she once believed to be her soulmate.

What a miserable life she led.

What a tragic course of events she followed.

What an absolutely pathetic human being she was.

And how utterly vexing it was that she could not even wallow in her own self-pity by her lonesome for very long.

“(y/n)?”

Her body seemed to register the foreign voice before her mind had, as she slowly turned her tear stricken face towards the newcomer. Though once her eyes met those of the familiar deity, now standing a mere few feet away from her, she quickly turned back to her original position, staring out at the sea. By now, the harsh line of the horizon had become ingrained into her corneas, remaining in her vision even when her eyes were closed, yet she continued to stare forward, hoping to find a stray boat somewhere in the distance. Hoping to see her beloved rushing back to her as if his initial departure was nothing more than an accident. Hoping to fall back into his arms and forget the worries incessantly plaguing her mind.

Though once more, these desires went unanswered, and instead, she was met by this ever so gentle touch skimming carefully over her back.

“(y/n), look at me.”

The demand hadn't held much of an authoritative tone, more so that of an insistent plea, one where she could faintly discern the shreds of desperation laced in between. Yet she remained as is, eyes trained on the ocean, waiting. She thought by ignoring him, he'd leave her alone. Allow her to grieve in peace without his mischief and revelric tendencies. Let her sulk in her misfortune without being reminded of her affiliation with him. Yet he could not even spare her this one luxury.

Instead, in her periphery, she found him crouching onto the sand beside her, seating himself in a way so he could remain attached to her side. The heavy weight of his gaze lingered upon her, even as she attempted to ignore his presence as a whole. Though he seemed none the wiser to her efforts, or perhaps he merely couldn't care less what she thought of him—not that she's out right proclaimed her opinion of said god, but from mere context clues given their history together, she was sure he had a general understanding of where she stands with him.

It had been a few years since she first met Baekhyun. A rather untimely meeting with the god of wine and revelry, one marked by unrequited affections which has since plagued her every waking moment. She had never processed how burdensome it could become to be the apple of one's eye, especially if that particular person was a deity of Baekhyun's caliber, and one she felt nothing towards. And even now as she tends to a broken heart, abandoned on a remote island in the middle of nowhere with no means of escape, she still couldn't conceal the discomfort she felt in Baekhyun's presence, knowing fully well of his affections and how he had been waiting for her answer to his proposal.

Though unlike all the other times he’s randomly materialized before her, usually wreaking of that sickly sweet aroma of wine and teasing her relentlessly until she was pleading for him to leave her be, he sat there calmly and quietly, waiting for her to acknowledge him. It was a peculiar shift in his modus operandi, one that did not go by unnoticed by (y/n), yet even with the silence he granted her, she couldn't bear to speak to him as she usually would.

Humiliation silently lingered in the air even before she could say anything. She didn't know what she'd tell Baekhyun had he pestered her in his usual manner. The last thing on her mind was telling the man who proposed to her—with whom she'd essentially left unanswered—that the man she intended on running away with forever had all but left her stranded on an island to die in solitude. Though somehow, there was a small inkling in her that felt like Baekhyun already knew. And perhaps a smaller, more hopeful part of her believed he was here not to torment her, but rather to check up on her, ensure she was fairing well.

Hesitantly, her eyes strayed from where they'd been zeroed in along the horizon, sparing Baekhyun a small and brief glance.

It was odd. His eyes seemed duller now, a more muted umber tone devoid of that trademark glint he usually dons when running amok. He usually always bore this confident, bordering on cocky, grin that seemed all too pleased with himself and his shenanigans, yet now his lips were naturally downturned, perhaps the first time she's ever seen his mouth in its natural resting position. Even his scent was more subdued, and she was able to pick up the rich undertones of grapes usually concealed by his alcoholic carousing. His gaze was dropped, steadily trained on her hands laying in her lap, and the undivided attention only prompted more discomfort on her part as she fiddled with the fabric of her dress.

She had half a mind to ask him if he was okay, momentarily forgetting her own plight once she saw the shift in demeanor of Baekhyun. Though the silence that encompassed them prompted her own wariness in approaching the subject.

And so they remained as is, the sun now meeting the horizon, igniting the sky into a mural of warm, fiery hues. As the sun continued to set, it dyed the blue depth of the waters into a color akin to wine with its deep and rich crimson shade.

Without realizing it, her mind had begun wandering back to Baekhyun, curious as to why he remained by her side even as she ignored him. And though she didn't know for how long she'd strayed with these thoughts, she did know it was his presence alone that managed to briefly distract her from her current situation.

“Why are you here?” (y/n) asked, voice gravelly from misuse. For a moment, she was met with silence, the ocean serving as white noise to fill the void. But as she dared another glance his way, she saw his somber countenance. It was a foreign expression to be gracing his face, and she found herself intrigued by the furrow of his brow as he remained lost in thought.

“I went to visit you on Crete…” He finally responded, the timbre of his voice lowering with raw solemnity. “I know how you get with the annual tributes, so I wanted to be there for you.”

She shied away at this, never fully processing how Baekhyun's sporadic appearances coincided with certain times. And it was true. Every year as the Athenian tributes arrived on Crete, she distanced herself until after these events were done and over with. Though as she now recollected memories from recent years, she began putting together Baekhyun's arrivals were never truly as spontaneous as she first made them out to be.

He was always there whenever she was at her lowest. She thought it was intentional as a way of tormenting her when she's at rock bottom, but as he continued speaking, a pit of remorse began accumulating within her heart.

“Instead, I was met with… chaos. Carnage. Disorder.” He paused, turning his head in a direction she could only assume was where Crete faced. “Asterion was dead. A tribute had escaped. And the princess had all but disappeared.”

At his final statement, (y/n) stared down in shame. She knew there would be repercussions for her actions, but she thought she'd have been long gone at this point. Too far away to even spare a moment of regret for having abandoned her family and her kingdom. Yet it all came back to bite her. Her brother, cursed and estranged as he was, had been killed. Theseus, her lover who she assisted the entire way through, had been the one to kill him. And she, princess of Crete, had run off in the midst of this mayhem.

“I'm sorry…” (y/n) whispered, voice strained as she fought back tears. “I'm so sorry. I just couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't bear to see more death. Every single year without fail they'd send these Athenians off to die by my brother's hands. And we'd just have to sit there and watch. Watch as they all lost themselves to the labyrinth. And Asterion would…”

As if having finally broken the floodgates, tears began streaming down her face without fail. The tragic life of her brother, born a monster and treated as such. And even if she had never interacted with him, even as she witnessed his bloodshed year after year, the knowledge of his death being instigated by her own involvement was debilitating enough to ground her back into reality.

The gravity of her predicament began to settle in. Sitting on an island, hopelessly waiting for a guy she had only just met and was ready to run away with forever. The realization that he used her for his own benefit, exploited her blind affections towards him only to then leave her for dead. He had probably already returned to Athens, assumed the role of hero who killed the minotaur of Crete—as well as that of their princess. And she sat there, longing for him for hours at a time, seated beside Dionysus himself. The absurdity of it all was almost laughable, and she'd probably be doing just that if it weren't for the overwhelming humiliation she felt coiled and festering within her.

“I helped him…” She confessed aloud. “I gave him the thread so he wouldn't get lost in the maze. I was the one who helped him defeat Asterion. I was the one who helped him escape. It was all my doing. And he left me here as repayment.”

Before she could continue, Baekhyun had suddenly shifted from his position, arms wrapping around her tightly and dragging her into his embrace. Any other time, she'd probably have swatted at him whilst yelling profanities, all while he laughed in delight at her hostility.

Yet now his touch didn't feel repulsive.

She could feel his warmth fully encompassing her, shielding her from the outside world. His hands clung to her body as if afraid she'd slip away from him at any moment. And now closer to him than ever before, she could smell his true aroma past the wine. An almost woodsy scent, just as warm as he was. Fruits and earth and nature as a whole. Faintly, she could smell the ocean intermingling with his scent.

It was so peculiar the way that distinct saltiness had first felt like a refreshing start to a new life, though shifted into an overwhelming and paralyzing apprehension that infested every aspect of her being. Though now, in Baekhyun's protective arms, it felt comforting. As if he himself dispelled it and this island of any and all of its negativity that consumed her.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the tension from her body had melted away. The sound of his heartbeat coinciding with that of the calm waves was like a melodious harmony that transcended her into a state of utter tranquility. His breathing lulled her away from the worries that tormented her heart, and she finally felt at peace.

“Did you love him?” Baekhyun asked. His tone was more inquisitive than anything else. There were no hidden intentions with his question, and although hesitant to admit it aloud to him, for fear of hurting him, (y/n) felt at ease with telling Baekhyun the truth he sought.

“Yes,” she responded quietly. “But I regret it. I regret it all.”

“Don't.” His grip tightened around her, pressing his forehead against the top of her head. “You shouldn't regret the love you give people. Don't let this foolish boy disparage you from expressing yourself to your fullest potential.”

(y/n) remained quiet, surprised by the turn of the events, though still listening intently to Baekhyun's words.

“I've always held such deep admiration towards you. From the moment I met you till now. I could see the way you loved so genuinely and fully. And I thought it was beautiful. I thought you were beautiful. You shouldn't grieve over an unrequited love. Loss serves as a reminder of the love we once felt, and the remorse we feel further exemplifies that. Your love is something so wonderful. Something I adore greatly.”

As he spoke, his warmth seemed to intensify. Filled with familiarity and security, coaxing her further into his embrace until she buried herself into the crook of his neck. He held her as if she were everything he had ever asked for. His touch was like ambrosia and nectar, the sweetest of prose to ever be professed, a safety like no other.

“I find myself wanting to be inconvenienced by you. I want to have you distracting me by lingering in my thoughts. I want to take time out of my day just to see you. I want to love you, even if you don't love me.”

At this, a sob slipped past her lips, and she clung onto him harder. Away from it all, everything inside her felt tumultuous and heightened. All of the emotions she'd been bottling up for years seemed to overflow in Baekhyun's presence alone. Her heart ached with grief, remorse, hatred, anger, defeat. Yet it also sang like never before, healing itself from years of anguish and torment.

And after the cathartic intervention came to a conclusion, faces marred by dried tears and eyes reddened with strain, a peaceful serenity had settled over the two. By now, the sun had long set. The cool of the night had begun penetrating the warmth of their embrace. The sand beneath them no longer retained the heat of the afternoon sun. The oceans were calm and still. The winds now settled into a gentle breeze. The world was asleep, silent in every regard. The day had ended and (y/n) had made it out alive, no doubt due to Baekhyun's influence.

Panic begin settling in her as he shifted, rising to his feet and pulling her up with him. Though when she met his gaze, loving and sweet and attentive, she began to settle once more. His hands held her own, thumbs softly brushing over her knuckles, all the while maintaining his sight on her face.

“What would you like to do?” He asked. “I can build you a palace here on Naxos, away from the cruelties of the world and the people who inhabit it.” His smile grew wider, bearing that familiar wickedness whenever he was up to no good. “I could overthrow the monarchy of Crete and reinstate you as its sole sovereign, allow you to redeem yourself and your honor, perhaps even reestablish Crete as a just and fair kingdom.” Both options were tempting, neither having any inherent consequences as long as Baekhyun held sway in their components. And she could tell Baekhyun had more to say, but she quickly intercepted before he could propose another offer.

“I want to be with you.” Baekhyun blinked at this, chuckling as if she were telling a joke.

“I will be there. You can't get rid of me that easily.”

“No.” Her hands slipped from his, reaching forth to cup his cheeks and bring him closer. “I choose you, Baekhyun.”

She pressed her lips against his own, soft and delicate. He seemed stunned for a moment, his body moving subconsciously for the first second or two, but once he had fully processed where he was and what was happening, Baekhyun began reciprocating. He kissed back just as earnestly, his hands reaching up to hold onto her wrists as he poured every ounce of his adoration into her. And (y/n) couldn't help but think how perfect it was.

She'd always thought love at first sight was perhaps the most romantic of gestures one could have. The act of finding your soulmate from a single encounter seemed so otherworldly and unmatched. Yet here in this moment with Baekhyun's body pressed against her own as he drew impossibly closer to her, his hands softly wandering in an attempt to map her form into his memory, she found this very moment to be the epitome of what love should be. A gradual fall into love. In a way, she can reminisce on growth and development, reflect on what was not there and how it came to be.

One of his hands had wandered to her hair, gently carding his fingers through the strands, and the other drew patterns on her waist, amorphous shapes that each portrayed his unspoken love for her. She thought back on every encounter she had with him. Every laugh he coaxed out of her even as she tried to hide away from the world. The bittersweet smiles he gave her every time she rejected or delayed his proposal. His neverending determination and devotion, even when facing adversities like herself. And with each revelation, each tender kiss from Baekhyun, her heart seemed to swell with love for him and him alone.

Once more, he was the one to pull away first, perhaps more in control of his long-standing affections than her, yet he didn't draw too far from her. Just far enough for him to look over her countenance with a lovestruck expression of his own. His eyes glistened with this saccharine-like joy, crinkling at the corners with his sweet smile dedicated to her. And she found herself smiling back, an uncontrollable jubilance bubbling in her as she reveled in his affections.

“Come then,” he spoke softly, hands returning back to hers. He brought one up to his lips, pressing one final kiss to her fingers. “Let's go home.”

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jiyeonnnn · 2 years

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MOVIE NIGHT, pcy ♡︎

♡︎ PAIRING | chanyeol x male reader

♡︎ GENRE | smut, low-key friends to lovers

♡︎ WARNINGS | dom top chanyeol, sub bottom male reader, che.ating themes, degradation, slight praising, f.ngering, riding, finger sucking, n.pple play, crea.mpie

♡︎ SUMMARY | a short drabble about [y/n] riding his best friend chanyeol

"Are you enjoying this, baby, hm?" you felt Chanyeol's fingers go deeper inside your hole, still wearing a stoic expression, succumbed by the ennui that your poor movie choice brought. It was just supposed to be a simple movie night with your best friend, nothing unusual, but it wasn't until boredom had hit Chanyeol that he decided to play with your naughty hole while letting you enjoy the movie.

"W-we shouldn't be doing this, Yeol— you have a girlfriend— fuck so good!" you tried to call him out, but the ecstatic feeling of his fingertips hitting your prostate was stronger that it caused you to answer immediately to these sinful urges. "Sssh, let's just enjoy this, prince~ besides, your body seems to like it~" Chanyeol spoke seductively as he kissed the crown of your leaking cock while moving his fingers in a slow consistent manner.

It wasn't that you weren't really into this, the truth is, you want this, you have wanted this through all the years of being friends with Chanyeol; through all the times that you've come to view him as something more than a best friend — silent nights of playing with yourself while having a concrete thought of him inside your mind; dim room lights that get filled in by silent moans of his name as you imagine him doing this with you every single night — yeah, this is something you've desired to happen, and you're not letting this chance slip out your fingers.

"Stop teasing me, Yeol~ fuck~" you whimpered at his actions, trying to move yourself to attain more friction, but only a wild slap to your thighs came as a response.

"You've changed your mind quite immediately, my boy~ how about you show me how you play with your cute little hole hm?" he teased before pulling his fingers out. A whine came out of your mouth as you felt the loss of the warmth inside your hole, your mouth hanging agape as you reluctantly complied with him. Pushing three fingers inside your hole, you moaned quite loudly, breathy grouses escaping from your mouth as you started moving your fingers back and forth.

Chanyeol stared at you in arousal, taking off his sweatpants and boxers before stroking his hard cock as he watched you.

"There, baby boy~ finger yourself while daddy watches you, hm?" He asked as you nodded in reply. You felt a thrum burn up inside your stomach upon seeing the holy scene in front of you, sure you had expected Chanyeol to have a big cock, but you didn't expect him to be this BIG, and it made you finger yourself faster in instigation, curling and uncurling your fingers on your prostate while shamelessly moaning his name.

"Fuck~ Chanyeol~! play with my hole more please! gAh~" you moaned as you imagined him being the one playing with you. Chanyeol could only chuckle in response, his strokes on his cock getting faster as he glued his eyes more on your disheveled body, throwing your head back in ecstasy while grinding yourself on your fingers.

"Does it feel good, baby boy? I bet it does~ Look at you being such a slut for me," a grin plastering his face before coming in closer to you. Chanyeol leaned down to your hole before licking a fat stripe from your taint down to your rim, his tongue wriggling on the rim of your entrance afterwards. Your moans got louder and louder upon feeling the tongue of your best friend play with your hole while you simultaneously finger yourself.

Feeling a euphoric build up, your pace became faster and faster, inconsistently hitting your own prostate while chasing your own orgasm, and soon enough, thick strings of cum spurted out of your cock. Not wasting any time, Chanyeol licked all the cum off of your body before swallowing it, licking his lips while looking at you salaciously. "You taste so fucking good, prince." Chanyeol smirked before pulling you to his lap, "I can't wait to ravage this naughty hole of yours~" he continued while planting wet kisses on your neck. Holding his cock up, he looked at you with carnivorous ears as he tapped his thick shaft against your hard ones, "You want this cock, bitch, hm? You want your best friend's cock to ruin your slutty hole?"

“Please,” you pleaded as you grabbed his cock softly before pumping it. You adjusted yourself upwards before rubbing his tip on your gaping hole, teasing his leaking cock by making him feel how needy you are right now, "Don't you want to fuck your best friend, yeollie? To see me go dumb and beg for your fat cock to ruin my hole even more, hm?" You proceeded to tease him more with faux innocence lacing your perverted look.

Chanyeol's grip on your waist tightened before deeply whispering into your ear, "Don't worry, love, I'll make sure to make your eyes roll back." Without further ado, Chanyeol unhesitatingly pulled you down, slamming you hard on his cock while hitting your prostate immediately, this caused you to release a high pitched moan as you held onto his shoulders for your dear life.

"FUCK~ so fucking tight! You've really been reserving this fuckhole for me, huh?!" Chanyeol moaned loudly, his sharp eyes not leaving your body as he watches you writhe in agonizing pleasure. God, how he wished he had done this sooner, the feeling of his humongous member being hugged tightly by your velvety walls has sent him throwing his head back in raptures of euphoria, his hands subconsciously slamming you harder and harder repeatedly down to his cock.

Taking a deep look into your hazy eyes, Chanyeol couldn't help but smirk to himself due to the mess he's made you — bouncing greedily on his cock while moaning incoherent words, glistening orbs shining evident desperation and disheveled look that only him gets to see, — fuck, he wants more. Chanyeol pinched your erected nipples while thrusting upwards unforgivingly, "FUCK! YOU FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD AROUND MY COCK!" he yelled in pleasure.

You, on the other hand, weren't doing any better, the way that Chanyeol effortlessly hits your prostate makes your head go haywire, your lips parting again as unintelligible curses unconsciously come out of your mouth.

"Does this feel good, my prince?" Chanyeol inquired, slapping your cheeks for an answer, only for him to get a dumb nod. Clicking his tongue, Chanyeol slapped you again before harshly twisting your buds, "answer me when i ask you, dumb slut. can't even speak now, hm?"

"NNGGGH~ IT FEELS SO GOOD, DADDY!" a pathetic shout came out of your mouth, you shouldn't even be doing this with him, he has a girlfriend, but can you really blame yourself? It's not that it's you who initiated this to happen, but nevertheless, you couldn't care any more now, what matters is you feeling good with your best friend's cock deep inside you.

"That's my boy~ this hole was really made for my fat cock, wasn't it, slut?" he said before quickening his pace on thrusting upwards, your eyes widening as you felt him go wild on fucking your hole.

Tears start to fall down your cheeks due to the overwhelming stimulation as your hole tightens its walls for more. Taking a sharp gaze again at you, Chanyeol licked your streaming tears before sucking on your neck, leaving big marks on your skin. "What a fucking slut for me~" he degraded as he forcefully inserts 2 of his fingers inside your mouth, "suck them, bitch."

You are starting to see stars due to how great it feels, your hands drawing scratches on his back as you bounce greedily, "So good~ it feels so good, Yeol! don't stop please!" You begged while crying in complete bliss. "We won't stop until you say so, prince~" he said before taking a hold of your face to kiss you.

With minimal effort, Chanyeol dominated the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth, teeth clashing as your saliva mixed. A string of drool connected both of your lips as you broke the kiss, with Chanyeol immediately going back to marking your neck, god— how he wishes to make you his.

Your bounces met his uncoordinated thrusts, your moans becoming slurry as your orgasms come nearer, "FUCK— YEOL IM GONNA CUM!" you yelled in a pleasurable sensation before spurting your load on his chest. Chanyeol didn't speak, but instead, picked up his pace on thrusting as he chased his much awaited orgasm, losing himself in the ecstasy of his own climax.

Grunting a loud moan, Chanyeol cummed deeply inside you. "Fuck! Take that cum, bitch boy!" He continues to degrade you while spilling his cum continuously. He pulled your hair tightly before biting your lips, "How does it feel to get bred by your best friend, hm, baby boy?"

"f-feels good~ please breed me more~ breed your baby boy's hole everyday, Chanyeol~" you subconsciously said, making Chanyeol chuckle, "we'll do this everyday then, my prince~"

Friends don't know the way they taste— yeah fuck that lyrics from Señorita.

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jxstadaydreamer · 2 years

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teaser 🔞

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x F.Reader Genre: Smut Word count: 2934

Summary: You visit your family for your birthday and a few antics lead to a quick rendezvous in the family home.

Warnings: mothers pressuring you into having babies (lightheartedly), spanking, oral (f.receiving), fingering, explicit sex, degradative actions/words, rough (please let me know if you think anything else should be mentioned)

Author's Note: This is purely a self-indulgent story I wrote for myself because it's my birthday. Hope you enjoy reading! 💞

It was the weekend before your birthday and, since your birthday falls on a weekday this year, you had claimed it as your birthday weekend. You would also claim the following weekend as well but we’ll get to that when the time comes.

You were currently in the car on the way to a small family gathering to kickstart the celebrations. Chanyeol in the driver's seat with his hand on your thigh, thumb rubbing soothingly into your skin and not so subtly trying to slip under the skirt of your dress. Actually, you’re not even sure if he was aware of what he was doing or if it was just a case of idle hands. You didn’t mind either way, the weather was starting to get a little chilly and the warmth from his hands was always welcome.

Upon entry to the family home, you were bombarded with a hoard of excited little ones rushing to greet you. Well, you thought it was you, but the confused look on your face as they ran right past you and latched onto your boyfriend was the reason he was wearing a smug grin on features. As much as your little nieces and nephews loved you, they loved him just as much. All you could do was watch on happily with a goofy grin of your own while they rapid-fired questions at him.

As you stood to the side and admired the scene in front of you, your sisters came to say happy birthday and tease you about being the forgotten one since the kids had seemed to temporarily forget you existed, commenting on how he’s always so great with them. How they had been hounding their parents asking if Uncle Chanyeol would be coming today.

“Is that who I think it is?” A voice sing-songs from the kitchen.

You can hear kitchen utensils being thrown into the sink as your mother makes a straight b-line towards you. You raised your arms to hug her but it felt like deja vu when you were once again completely ignored for your boyfriend instead.

“Mum!” you exclaimed in fake shock horror.

She looked over at you and joined Chanyeol in laughing at your sour expression.

“I’m sorry, honey, but you’re here every other day. It’s not often I get to see my favourite future in law.” A toothy grin beamed across his features. They looked quite comical, your mothers small stature tucked in a side hug against your tall beanstalk boyfriend. “Happy birthday! I made all your favourites!”

“You are forgiven,” you huffed, “Now where’s the food!?”

Everyone began filing into the dining room and there were moments of chaos as you all helped set the food onto the table. Friendly banter and conversations with your siblings as you all did your part.

Over the course of the meal and amongst all the conversations that happened, your mother would constantly make references to her desire to have more grandkids, specifically from you and Chanyeol.

“Oh, you’re going to be a great dad one day, the little ones just adore you!”

“You two would have the cutest kids, really.”

“I can’t wait to have more little grandbabies waddling around the house.”

A wink or a nudge thrown your way each time, answered with a roll of your eyes.

If you were being honest, you weren’t opposed to the idea. You and Chanyeol had been together for a while. You were both at a stable position in your lives. You weren’t sure if he was planning to propose or not. Sometimes he would throw you some subtle hints about it, sometimes you would catch him looking at the ring display in the jewelry store when you were at the mall together. Marriage would be nice but it wasn’t too big of a deal to you, it would happen when it would and, if it didn’t, you only cared if the two of you were happy together. You didn’t want to stress too much about that fact. So, if you did happen to fall pregnant, it definitely would be more of a blessing than a problem.

After the meal, everyone moved to separate areas and groups around the house to relax. You were seated with your sisters, catching up on some events when your eyes wandered over to your boyfriend. He wasn’t dressed in anything fancy but he always looked so effortlessly handsome. Just a simple button up shirt over a white tee with the sleeves rolled up and some jeans.

Your eyes slowly crept up his body, admiring all the details of him until you reached his face. Busted. The corner of his lip quirked up, dimple deepening with his signature smirk in place. You narrowed your eyes back at him and huffed, turning your attention back to the conversation your sisters were having.

An idea suddenly came to mind, causing you to pull out your phone. Tapping your way to his messages and selecting a particularly saucy photo you had snapped earlier while getting ready. A new white lace lingerie set you had splurged on as you posed seductively in the mirror. Locking the screen the moment you were done and looking over to watch the scene unfold.

From your place across the room, you stifled a giggle as he jumped from the vibration in his pocket. Seeing a text notification from you, he looked over to you with a questioning look to which you answered with an angelic smile. Suspiciously, Chanyeol unlocked the screen, eyes nearly bulging from their sockets as he choked on his own saliva, launching himself into a coughing fit.

“Oh my god, Chanyeol, are you okay?” your mother fretted, patting his back in an attempt to soothe him. He panicked trying to quickly lock his phone and dropped it in the process, afraid someone might see what he just had. Glaring at you when he saw the amused look you had. You shrugged and smiled sweetly at him.

A little while later, your nephew challenged Chanyeol to a few rounds of Super Smash Bros Brawl to which he gladly accepted, taking his place on the floor slightly to the side of the tv screen.

They had gotten a few rounds in and were fairly even at this point, both having won 2 matches each. This was the final round, the decider. Anyone who had been paying attention was on edge, eager to see the results. But you had other ideas.

Just as the countdown for the matchstart was about to begin, you yelled out good luck, telling him he’d need it. He turned his head with a cocky reply ready to fire back at you but the words were caught in his mouth when he caught sight of your movements.

Slowly, you parted your legs and lifted one so you could cross it over the other. To anyone else, you were simply readjusting your position. But only someone who was sitting in the exact position where Chanyeol was currently seated, would be able to catch a glimpse of what was between your legs. Something all too familiar and yet so foreign. A flash of white lace. The exact same white lace from the risque snap he had received earlier. His mouth agape and practically drooling.

“Hey! Pay attention loser!” your nephew called out, regaining Chanyeol’s attention.

Although it was too little, too late and he ended up losing the final round.

It seemed you were full of ideas tonight, perhaps the alcohol you had been lazily sipping on throughout the night making you grow a little bolder than usual. After downing the rest of your wine, you excused yourself to the bathroom.

Once inside, you snuck a hand inside your panties, feeling how wet you had grown from teasing your poor boyfriend all night and the prospects of events that could transpire once you arrived home later that night. Eyes slightly rolling back when your slim digits touched your sensitive self. But your own hands could never do what Chanyeol’s could. Not compared to his bigger, thicker, longer fingers. Reigning in your desires, you pulled your hand out of your panties and fixed your outfit before you left the room.

Returning to the living area, you noticed the seat on the couch behind Chanyeol was free and made your way over, signaling him to move a little so you could take a seat. He scooted backwards, settling himself against the couch and in between your legs. You leant forward and began massaging his shoulders, commenting on how tense he was. You worked your way from his shoulders, up his neck and cupping his jaw. Quickly surveying the room and when you were sure no one was paying you any attention, you crept a finger up his lips, brushing past the plump flesh and swiping ever so lightly across his nose.

He quickly grabbed your hand and held it in place, deeply inhaling the scent that was on your fingers. Darting his tongue out to taste if it was in fact what he thought it was. Luckily the bustling conversations around the room were loud enough to cover the slight growl that erupted from his body.

Chanyeol flung your hand back to you and pulled out his phone from its place in his pocket. Fingers flying as they furiously typed a message to you.

A buzz later, you looked at your screen to see his message preview. It was short, you didn’t need to unlock the phone to read the entire message.

Upstairs bathroom. Now.

Nervously, you excused yourself from the room once more and made your way upstairs, down the hall to the bathroom located at the end, slipping inside and leaning against the countertop as you waited.

Growing impatient, you were just about to message and ask what the hold up was when the click of the door lock made you look up. And what a sight you saw.

Chanyeol, tall, dark, looming. Eyes dark and gaze full of lust. All of which causing you to grow wetter with the need for him.

“You think you’re funny? Hm? Playing your little games with me all night.”

“A little,” you smirked, “they certainly entertained me.”

Your smirk faltered as he took agonisingly slow steps toward you. Making you feel smaller with just his eyes and the intensity in which they stared at you.

When he finally reached you, he ran the back of his hand across your jaw back and forth before flipping it over and cupping your face with one large hand, you lightly leaned into the contact.

“You’re cute but I think you forgot who’s in charge here, baby girl.” he said in a low voice, tilting your chin up so he could look you directly in the eyes.

As he held your gaze with his eyes, his free hand slowly undid the tie of your wrap dress.

“It’s your birthday but why am I the one unwrapping the present?”

His eyes dropped to your body as the tie fell, your dress opening up along with it and revealing the luxurious lingerie set you had worn underneath. His hands ran appreciatively up and down your sides, squeezing into your flesh as he admired the sight. You drop your shoulders and allow the material to fall completely off your body.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna give your mum those grandbabies she keeps asking for.”

A hand wraps around the nape of your neck, pulling you in and crashing his lips to yours, tongue diving into your mouth and wrestling with your own. The other hand kneading your breast before caressing down to your hip, rounding to your ass and giving it a loud smack that makes you gasp and pull back to send him a glare. His deep voice chuckles as he strokes your sore cheek, lifting your thigh up to wrap around his hips. Opening your legs and feeling how hard he had become from the result of your antics tonight.

Your arms crossed over the back of his neck, holding him close so you could roll your heat into his hardness. Chanyeol's face dipped into the crook of your neck, biting into you and muffling the moans that were threatening to spill, bucking his hips in time with the movement of your own.

Suddenly, he drops to his knees and presses his face to your clothed pussy. Taking a deep breath and groaning at the mere smell of your need. His fingers dug under the elastic of your panties and moved them down your legs, almost ripping them in the process, earning him a light kick to his back.

With nothing in his way, he dived into your wetness, tongue dipping past your folds and lapping up the juices that had been leaking out of you. You braced yourself on your hands behind you on the countertop but they shot into his hair the moment he pointed his tongue and started licking at your clit. You tugged his locks with each swipe of his tongue against the sensitive bud.

You jumped at the feeling of his thick finger gathering the slick around your hole before sliding in, your back arching with the new sensation. He thrusted it in and out a few times before adding a second finger, scissoring them and stretching you out for what was to come.

His fingers combined with his skillful tongue could’ve been enough to make you see stars but you pushed his head away because it’s not how you wanted to finish tonight.

“W-want you, please,” you begged.

Chanyeol stood up, removing his fingers from you and motioned for you to open your mouth, which you obeyed immediately. He stuck his fingers inside your mouth and you began sucking on them, licking your own taste off his digits while your hands busied themselves with the unbuckling of his belt, popping the button open and pulling his zipper down. A hand immediately crept under the waistband of his underwear and wrapped around his length as the other pulled the damned piece of clothing down so you could grip him properly.

You stroked him as he kissed you, licking inside the cavern of your mouth and tasting you as if he hadn’t been at the source of the salty sweet just moments ago. You loosely wrapped your legs around his hips and nudged him closer. Chanyeol pulled your hand away from his cock and placed it on his shoulder.

“Might wanna hold on.”

He placed himself right at your entrance before looking up and planting a kiss on your forehead before plunging himself into you. Your other hand shot up to his shoulder, holding on for dear life as you both panted heavily. He started pumping himself in and out of you, every stroke angled just right and driving you to insanity.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby, I won’t last if you keep this up.”

“Then don’t,” you breathed, “give me your cum, please.”

Chanyeol growled, removing himself and bending you over the sink before driving his cock back into you, everything happening so fast you could barely register what had happened. He has one hand pressed into your back, holding you down while the other is gripped tightly on your hip, keeping you in place as his hips slam into you.

A moan is ripped from you as a particular thrust is angled just right and hits your sweet spot.

“Do you want everyone to hear you?”

But you can’t help it. The way he’s filling you and fucking you is just too good. Your attempt to subdue your moans ends with another being ripped from your throat.

A hand suddenly clamps over your mouth. However, instead of covering your mouth and keeping it closed, two fingers slip inside, hooking onto the side of your mouth and holding it open.

“Fine, be loud then. Cry out, baby, let them hear how good you’re getting fucked right now.”

Your eyes begin to roll back as you can feel your orgasm on the cusp of breaking over.

“Cum for me, baby girl.” his hips begin to stutter, a tell-tale he’s also near his peak, “Fucking cum right now!”

With his command, you feel your release gushing as your eyes squeeze shut, colours flying beneath your eyelids and you can feel his cock twitch, hot cum coating your insides, spurt after spurt. He falls forward, warm against your back but holds himself up on his forearm so he doesn’t suffocate you beneath his weight.

Moments pass as you each regain your breath and collect yourselves, remembering where you are right now and laughing when your eyes meet. He’s still half dressed and a hot, sweaty mess. Although, you couldn’t say you looked any better right now. You both quickly redressed and adjusted your clothes, doing your best to refresh yourselves and look as presentable as normal before clambering your way back downstairs to rejoin the family.

You both gained a few looks from some family members, prompting Chanyeol to apologise with the excuse that you needed some help with the zipper on your dress. Taking your previous seats on the couch, you felt a gaze burning into the side of your head so you turned to face your sister.

“What?”

“Oh, nothing, just funny how you don’t actually have any zips on that wrap dress you’re wearing.”

You were mortified. Chanyeol, however, had the smuggest grin on his face, dimple deeper than ever, earning him a smack to his chest that just released the boisterous laughter that he was holding in.

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Just Write Dreams Exo Masterlist

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⫷ Greek gods Series by Sammy Summary: The gods gave up on human kind after people stop believing in their existance, so they need to be reminded of who they really are. Warning: This series is NOT based in exo’s “powers”, but in their personalities

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⫷ EXO as Dads Series by Maari Request: I have this idea that I know no one would make it better than you 🥰 so I’ve seen this NCT/SKZ dad reaction series; but with EXO where they have baby fever, then s/o announce she’s expecting, morning sickness, craving, first kick, ultrasound, being protective of the bump, feeling insecure, pregnancy complications, labor, the members meeting the baby, going home, and the growth of the child.. etc. it can be a lot of work but it’s just so cute 🥰 maybe you can give it a thought ♥️

Suho | Sehun | Baekhyun

⫷ Not Netflix and Chill (fluff) by Sammy Summary: Junmyeon want to spend some time with you after a while, but you want to watch netflix

⫷ Kiss Scene (angst) by Sammy Summary: Request where y/n and Suho fight because of his kiss scene

⫷ A Little Push (fluff) by Sammy Summary: You have a crush on Yixing and Chanyeol give you two a little push

⫷ Oops (fluff) by Maari Summary: It’s hard to concentrate when you’re in the same house with Chanyeol, especially when he wants you to admit your feelings.

⫷ The 9th Infantry Couple (fluff/action/slight smut) by Maari Summary: You saved Chanyeol's life, your biggest enemy, and now you will charge. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

⫷ Lucky One (pure fluff) by Maari Summary: Chanyeol needs your attention and you'll give it to him

⫷ Now you know (fluff) by Maari Request: may i request a fluffy chanyeol fic where his s/o is also an idol (94L) and theyre “secretly” dating but theyre bad at acting subtle so the fans know whats up + ships them lol ⫷ Blankets (smut/fluff) by Maari Request: can I request for a Chanyeol smut (soft vanilla sex on a rainy day) kinda theme

⫷ Sexual Fantasies (smut) by Maari Request: a request for chanyeol we’re he thinks y/n is innocent and treats her like a little sister and one day he hears her masturbate and moaning his name

⫷ Hypnotic (smut) by Maari Request: I requested a Chanyeol fic with a innocent reader and I was hoping if you could make a part two

⫷ Soon You’ll Get Better (fluff) by Maari Summary: Request where Sehun’s grilfriend has anemia. ⫷ More than a partner (fluff) by Maari Request: I'd like to make one for sehun x reader pls!! I've been watching busted and i really like the idea of having reader be one of the cast in busted alongside sehun. So like there would be scenes where they're both scaredy cats, but sehun still tries to protect her. So just sehun being all protective!! Some inspo could be in s2 ep 6 with the guiya village, and in s1 with the vampire thing. Like reader is scared with the supernatural stuff, heights, deep waters, but isn't afraid to still try soo cue the tears oop hahahah and sehun comforting her maybe??Umm, another request could be jealous sehun but like he doesn't know why he's jealous or their feelings are just starting to grow. So like it could be shown when there are cute male guests in the show haha and reader is like 😍And maybe sehun and reader just displaying their competitiveness

⫷ Stay with me (fluff/drama/comedy) by Maari Summary: You’re a nurse like any other when you meet Captain Oh Sehun from the korean navy Part 1 | Part 2 | Final

⫷ Now it starts (slight angst) by Maari Request: can i request exo sehun!mafia please? the plot is y/n’s is suho’s little sister, and you guys are fighting because of something. out of nowhere, you’ve been kidnapped and sehun-suho are in fight. finally, they save you and you hug suho and he approves your relationships and say sorry. can i add some plot like suho knows your relationship when you and sehun making out?

⫷ All about you (fluff/angst) by Maari Request: he’s been distancing himself from his s/o and they get in a fight he confesses that he wants to get married and start a family but he thinks that his s/o doesn’t want to get married and start a family because she’s younger than him (she’s 21-22) but it turns out that she actually wants to marry sehun and have kids with him.

⫷ Rebel Renegade (action/drama) by Maari Request: Hello ive never done req thingy before so bare with me here i go lmao 😭 can I request (if you can) write kai fic similar to sechan but make it soldier reader and criminal kai something abt him being an rogue soldier who works for the enemny of sort you can go crazy with it if you want thank you! 💛

⫷ Sin (smut) by Maari Request: I have something we’re he’s at the studio with his s/o and they make out and end up having sex and one of the boys walks in on the (who are you pick had a crush on y/n) and gets mad because he told Kai he liked her and they argue but y/n tells x that she’s only interested in Kai

⫷ Can You Hold me? (fluff/angst) by Maari Request: Hello. >▪< Could you write something about Baekhyun's s/o being insecure and dislike physical contact? ⫷ Forget the pepper (fluff) by Maari Request: May i ask for Baekhyun and his s/o's argument ? S/o is pregnant and she is very emotional and clingy. 🥺

⫷ How to get you alone (pure fluff) by Maari Request: hiiii! how are you? i hope everything is okay. ♡ could you please write a "get you alone" shy baekhyun? thank you. ♡

⫷ The day we have a child (pure fluff) by Maari Request: Hey 🥰👋🏻 I was wondering if you’ve got the time to write something for EXO Baekhyun? 🥹 something along the lines of Baekhyun and his longterm gf spending time with Chen’s baby girls and he sees how she’s playing with them and confess to her that he would want to be a husband/father once he gets discharged 💗 I just need some cotton candy fluff please 🍭 or anything really 😂 Thank you!!! 😍

⫷ Begin Again (fluff) by Maari Request: Hello! Can I have a request for Baekhyun? He and his s/o are fighting because of jealousy? Baekhyun is a little heartbreaking and s/o is heartbroken. And make up. Thank you! ⫷ Mr & Mrs (fluff) by Maari Request: do you think you can write a baekhyun one shot when it’s his wedding night like after the ceremony and his wife tells him they’re expecting? you can make suggestive or if you prefer fluff whatever you’re happy with

⫷ Kick me baby one more time (fluff) by Maari Request: Can I please request baekhyun one shot where he notice/feels his wife’s baby bump for the first time? ⫷ All I Got (angst/fluff) by Maari Request: Could I request for Mafia!Baekhyun arguing with their pregnant wife? Angst and fluff things please! Thank you. ❤

⫷ Expecting the unexpected (angst/fluff) by Maari Request: Could you write fuckboy! or badboy! Baekhyun and unwanted pregnancy? ⫷ Shout out to your ex (fluff) by Maari Request: now i'm curious about what if baekhyun is jealous 😮‍💨🥹 so can i request something about when baekhyun gets jealous because of his gf?

⫷ Promise You (slight angst/action) by Maari Request: Could you write a bodyguard Baekhyun? Part 1 | Part 2 ⫷ Would you? (fluff/slight angst) by Maari Resquests: Can i request a baekhyun the day after marriage or a honey moon fic? + Can you write mafia Baekhyun and pregnant reader? Baekhyun doesn't want the baby but reader resists. Happy end please! But some angst and argument too. Maybe some tear.

⫷ Only one King (slight angst/action) by Maari Request: I WANT SO BAD GANGSTER DAD BAEKHYUN AND HIS PRECIOUS PREGNANT S/O

⫷ One in a Million (fluff/slight angst) Request: Could you please write jealous s/o and Baekhyun? She is really sad and heartbreaking. Crying and crying and Baekhyun thinks this is a stupid jealousy. Fight fight fight! Buttt the end hug and kisses ⫷ Not too late (pure fluff) by Maari Request: can you write baekhyun's love confession to the friend he met on a varyete show? (Like master key) ⫷ Just a animal (smut) by Maari Request: I want to read werewolf Baekhyun and reader's mating. Maybe babies too.🤭

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averyfromzero · 2 years

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In The Studio

gif: @bloomingyouths

pairing: park chanyeol x male reader

summary: reader visits his friend and fellow idol colleague Chanyeol in his studio, but things get hot as Chanyeol requests for a little “relaxing” time from his friend to get his mind off work for a little bit. reader is happy to comply.

notes: friends with benefits, smut, 18+ nsfw content, reader is in his early 20s

words: 1509

(y/n) loved visiting his hyung when he was in his studio. Sometimes he'd go there because he had nothing to do at the dorm. It was nice, even if he had nothing to do in the studio as well. Sometimes Chanyeol would let him play around with the instruments and keyboard, and even record some stuff. But sometimes all (y/n) did was lay on the couch, face mushed in the cushion as he scrolled through his phone while Chanyeol worked on his stuff.

And that's what he was doing this time around. Chanyeol had been sitting in that chair, working for a couple hours on some music while (y/n) was laying on his stomach on the couch right behind Chanyeol's chair, face turned to the side to look at his phone while he scrolled through Twitter lazily.

After a few minutes (y/n) heard Chanyeol sighing, taking off his headset and turning around. "Man, I'm drained. I can't think of anything else to put on this song I'm doing," he said, frustration showing slightly on his tone. (y/n) just hummed in response, not taking his eyes off his screen.

Chanyeol stayed there for a moment and then thought of something that could take his mind off his issue for a while. Smirking, he conveniently placed his hand on his crotch and spoke up, a little pout and whine in his voice. "Ah, wish we could do something to make me forget about this song for a while."

Finally looking up from his phone, (y/n) wasn't surprised at the sight before him. Chanyeol was sitting on his chair, legs spread wide, hand on his crotch and a fake pout on his face. Horny ass. They've done this countless times. Sometimes (y/n) would be the one asking for it, and other times it would be the older man.

"Hyung, if you wanna fuck, just ask," he replied, chuckling at his hyung's pout.

Chanyeol's pout then gave way for a smirk, knowing he was getting what he wanted. He then started massaging his member over his shorts. "Come here then. I really want a blowjob right now."

(y/n) didn't need to be asked twice, he immediately left his phone behind and got up from the couch, approaching his hyung and dropping to his knees in front of him.

Wasting no time, (y/n) pulled Chanyeol's pants down and freed his erection that jumped out desperately. He was already rock hard, the head red and spilling pre-cum.

Chanyeol was really big, long and thick, but (y/n) grew used to the size eventually. Still, he loved to just stare at that cock every time it jumped out from its confines, standing straight like a mast. Not only that, he loved playing with the wiry hair at the base. Sometimes Chanyeol would let it grow and (y/n) didn't mind the bush, playing with it nevertheless.

Done observing, (y/n) proceeded to wrap his hand around the shaft and stroked a few times before bringing the head to his lips. He licked the top of the dick, lapping at the pre-cum, and then wrapped his lips around it, sucking at the area. Chanyeol couldn't help but moan.

(y/n) kept sucking while stroking the shaft with his right hand. His left one moved up to feel Chanyeol's abs under the shirt. The older one then grabbed at the fabric and pulled it off of him, exposing his toned body.

(y/n) explored the abs and chest with his left hand while his right kept stroking the man's erection, lips still wrapped around the head.

Soon he pulled away and licked the cock from top to bottom, feeling the vein that ran down the shaft. Reaching the bottom, (y/n) played with Chanyeol's balls for a while, before moving back up and once again wrapping his lips around the head. Chanyeol kept moaning, loving every move the younger did on his dick.

(y/n) then lowered his head, taking as much as he could of the other's cock into his mouth. He went halfway until he felt full. Chanyeol was too big to take in all the way, and he loved it. He felt his mouth full but still had the other half of the shaft to play with. While sucking the top half, (y/n) started stroking again the rest of the dick, making Chanyeol moan louder.

They stayed in that position for a while before Chanyeol grew close to his orgasm and tapped on the other's shoulder, signaling him to get off his dick before he came. And (y/n) obeyed, taking his mouth and hand away from the older's cock.

"Wanna ride me?" Chanyeol asked, breathless. (y/n) didn't even think about it before replying. "Of course," his voice almost a whisper.

He stood up and took his pants off, underwear included. Knowing where Chanyeol kept his things, he reached for the bottom drawer of his desk and grabbed the bottle of lube and a condom that the older had stocked there, always prepared.

Before climbing on Chanyeol's lap, (y/n) opened the condom and put it himself on the other's cock, already used to it. After he finished, he finally sat on top of the other's thighs, straddling his hips.

Chanyeol then took the bottle of lube from the other's hand and squeezed a good amount into his hand. He brought his finger's to (y/n)'s entrance and started to circle it, making the other moan at the feeling, lube making him feel cold. After a few seconds, Chanyeol finally started inserting his index finger inside, not failing to hear the younger moan on his lap.

Soon, he was two fingers in, and then three. (y/n) started to get lost in the feeling of his hyung's fingers going in and out of him, the lube making the movements even more satisfying. (y/n) couldn't help but let out a frustrated sound when Chanyeol pulled his fingers away.

"I'm going in, ok?" Chanyeol asked, always caring. (y/n) responded with a nod and buried his head on the other's neck as he felt Chanyeol's head touching his entrance.

Carefully, the older started going deeper, but slowly enough that he wouldn't hurt (y/n). The younger couldn't stop letting out huffs of breath as he felt his insides getting fuller and fuller. To help him relax, Chanyeol would rub his hands across his back, muttering things like "it's okay" and "you're doing great" in the other's ear.

Eventually his cock was all the way in, stretching (y/n)'s nicely. Not wanting to rush things, they stayed in that position for a while until (y/n) was comfortable with the shaft inside of him.

When he felt ready, (y/n) lifted his head from the older's shoulder and slowly started moving his hips. Going up a little before bottoming out again, the action pulled a moan out of Chanyeol.

The older had his hands placed on (y/n)'s hips as he helped him move up and down more easily. Soon, (y/n) started bouncing faster, searching for his orgasm as he took Chanyeol's breath away with each movement.

They were a moaning mess as both of them approached their highs. (y/n) felt the other's cock brush against his prostate several times and couldn't help the loud moans that left his lips.

It didn't take long until (y/n) came, cum landing mostly on Chanyeol's chest, creating a beautiful mess. The older man moaned at the sight in front of him and soon shot his load inside the condom, filling it to the brim, still inside (y/n).

Now desperately looking for air, the two remained in that position until they caught their breath. Foreheads glistening with sweat even with the AC on in the room. Tired, (y/n) buried his head once again on his hyung's neck, arms hugging him like a teddy bear.

Trying not to disturb (y/n) as much as he could, Chanyeol lifted the other's butt away from his dick, hearing a whine of protest from him. "I know, I know, I'll put it back in a sec," he assured. With his dick free, Chanyeol carefully took the heavily soiled condom out and tied it with a knot, throwing it in the trash right after.

He then placed his hands back on (y/n)'s butt and guided him back onto his cock, now softening a little. He inserted the shaft in once again and caressed the other's hair, letting him know he was finished.

(y/n) loved to cockwarm him after a good round of sex, and Chanyeol liked it too, letting him cling to him, cock deep inside, as the younger drifted off to sleep, head still buried on Chanyeol's shoulder.

And just like that (y/n) fell asleep peacefully. Like a good hyung, Chanyeol didn't budge, turning his attention back to his computer, going back to work after having one hell of a good break.

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byuntrash101 · 2 years

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Baekhyunie don't leave me - Part 3

Pairing: Barista!Baekhyun x You Genre: Mafia!AU, action, angsttttt, smuttttt Tags: warning this part contains a cross over between LA privé showcase Baek (yes with the silk shirt) and blonde blooming days Baek and yes your heart will explode. Oh! and also oral (f), fingering (f), orgasm denial, dirty talkkkk (Baekhyun is nastyyy 🤪) unprotected sex, virginity loss, light degradation, corruption kink, sir kink, BIG cock, squirting, orgasm control, creampie 🌸 🌼🌷 🌹 🌻 Raiting: +18 Word count: 5.6k Summary: Don’t trust anything in this story. Don’t trust the cute bright cover, don’t trust the handsome playful flirty barista and do not trust the cute innocent timid girl. Concept: the inspiration comes from a song: Bust Your Knee Caps by Pomplamoose.

A/N: Hiiii!! There is the long awaited part 3. I decide to switch out my lay out to see if this was going to affect my visibility in the tags. I hope you guys like this part. It was very difficult to find the time to work on this part (even though i only had to proofread) BUT!! it's finally here and i'm prety pleased with it. Please support me with reblogs and comments if you can since my post don't seem to show in the tags (thx tumblr) you guys are all i have 💖 - Cat 😸

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You made sure everything was perfect for him, for Baekhyun. You gave a last look around the appartement to make sure everything was set and done. The gift you prepared for him was nicely wrapped and sat on the console in the hall. The kitchen was spotless, the budae jjigae was patiently simmering on the stove. The table was nicely set in the living room. You bought especially for the occasion a small round table, perfect for two.

You chose to make traditional Korean stew for a reason. Firstly, it was one of your signature dishes. And of course you wanted to impress Baekhyun. The second reason was much more practical… It required minimum attending. Once the sausages, onions and various vegetables were cut and placed in the pot you were able to actually take care of the bigger workside that is to say your appearance. Your main goal: NOT to look like a psycho bloodthirsty mobster.

When the food was simmering away you were finally able to take a nice hot and thorough shower. This step was the most important one. It was top priority to get the blood from underneath your nail plate and the irony smell out of your hair. Most people don’t know but the smell of blood when you’re confined with it in such a tight space for so long, can really stick to oneself. So you scrubbed yourself meticulously. You used your favorite berry scented shampoo and you finally felt fresh when you hopped out the shower.

You wanted to impress Baekhyun. That much was true, yes. But not only with your cooking skills. You wanted to wow him. You pestered for a good half an hour on what you should or rather what you should not wear. After trying countless combinations you settled on a cute flowy summer dress. But unlike the ones you wear most of the time this one was more singed at the waist and under your breast which lifted their shape slightly, it looked flirty but not revealing either. Well behaved but not muted.

The print accentuated the feminine aspect of it. It had a beautiful nude color with deep burgundy red roses on it. At the hips the dress switched from being close-fitted to a nice flowey round skirt which gracefully floated to the middle of your thighs revealing just enough skin to want to see more. With this you paired a beautiful pair of high heeled sandals with thin brown leather straps that wrap around your ankles and slightly up your calves. The shoes elongated your legs and gave that extra sultry vibe to the look.

To dress up your decolletage you chose a fine gold chain with a discreet single diamond pendant and small gold button earrings.

You were not very used to wearing makeup but you still managed to whip up a natural look with discreet gold eyeshadow at the center of your lids, illuminated complexion with a pop of concealer and blush. And a cherry lip gloss that added a nice highlight and made your lips appear fuller.

You figured you might as well wear your hair in an updo because you knew you were going to continue cooking and you didn’t want to constantly keep brushing the hair out of your eyes. Plus that hairdo would allow your earrings to be shown.

Finally as the last (and maybe most important) step you picked your favorite perfume to finish off the look. An expensive and sensual fragrance of exquisite jasmine, sandalwood and mirabelle, a fragrance you would have to import directly from Sicily everytime you would run out.

And with that the look was complete. Nervousness suddenly hit you when you were finally done and your mind had nothing to think about but the incredibly handsome, infinitely gorgeous and astonishingly good looking man that was shortly arriving to take your virginity.

Your guts contorted into a tight knot when you thought about the eventuality of this late evening… Thankfully the sultry lingery set that you were wearring contrasted nicely with the cute dress you picked out. That gave you enough confidence to shake your head and puff your chest in the mirror. You smiled to yourself tucking away a rebellious strand of hair back in your bun.

When suddenly the awaited (and dreaded) doorbell rang. The whole appartement fell silent. Not even the boiling jjigae dared to make noise. Not even the busy Seoul streets. Not even your thumping heart.

“It’s okay y/n…” you breathed in and out deeply, closing your eyes and laying a trembling hand on your chest “you’re going to be fine”.

You walked or rather staggered to the front door to open up. When your feeble hand pulled on the doorknob and you laid eyes on him you held on tight to the poor metal handle just to make sure you were still holding onto reality.

Because there was no way in all heavens that Baekhyun wasn’t just an angel sent from above to grace you.

He was out of this world. He was wearing a white and navy silk shirt with text prints on it, even though it was a button down Baekhyun cunningly chose to not fasten many of them. The silver chains dangling low on his chest inexorably pulled your gaze down to the thin skin between his pecs (which he didn't fail to notice of course). He paired the shirt with tight black jeans that were perfectly hugging his robust thighs, the slim cut making his legs appear even longer. The fact that he wasn’t wearing that brown apron to hide away all these gorgeous features was completely and utterly unfair to your frail and inexperienced heart.

When you mustered the courage to finally look at his face the single dangling earring caught your eye first then the trendy black metal circled glasses and the slicked back blonde hair and finally the small smirk that was playing on his lips and when he noticed the slight tremble of your lip.

He looked absolutely deadly…

“You don’t look bad either” he said, practically reading your mind. His eyes trailing from the high heeled sandals and working their way up your legs to the stem of the dress to the curve of your waist to the fine gold chain resting on your collarbones and finally your eyes.

You thickly gulped down while he licked his lips seductively.

“May I come in?” he asks while stepping into your personal space. You catch a faint whiff of his cologne before you clumsily stumble back to let him in while he steps into the hall. A rich, earthy smell of burnt wood and vanilla, and of course, the sub aroma of coffee.

You tried your hardest not to decompose before his eyes and rapidly started speaking just to keep your mind from wandering too far.

“I didn’t know you wore glasses” you blurted out, speaking of the first thing that came to your mind.

“Well yeah… I have terrible eyesight” he said while squinting adorably and bringing his face close to yours. “I figured I might wear them to make sure I can see how pretty you were. '' He said, his face coming dangerously close to you and your heart started to race when your eyes trailed down to his pink pouty lips, instantly reminded of their soft cushiony feeling on yours. “Naah… I’m just joking” he said standing back up straight chuckling to himself, satisfied of sweeping you off your feet with only a supported look in your direction. “I only wore them for fashion” he wiggled his eyebrows amusingly and you laughed along with the much needed comedic relief.

“Well anyways it smells so good in here. What did you cook up for me baby?” he said, his deep voice dripping with honey. You definitely love it when he calls you baby.

“I made army stew” you shyly replied, averting his gaze.

“Oh I love a good budae jjigae” he says excitedly, eyes creasing cutely.”But” he spotted the wrapped box on the console. “What's that?” he pointed at the box.

“Oh I almost forgot” you swiftly grabbed the box and handed it to him. “I got this for you”

“For me?” he pointed at himself while delicately taking the box with his other hand.

“Yeah”

He carefully pulled on the knots and untied the ribbons then ripped the wrapping to uncover a brand new high end smartphone.

“Y/n… Are you serious?”

You couldn't make of Baekhyun’s reaction. He didn’t look happy, which was a surprise. Actually you can't tell what he feels at all.

“Well…I… I thought that this was better than your old phone that can’t even display your number when you call or send text. Sooo… I figured I might as well get you a new one” you sounded apologetic, almost regretful.

“Thank you” he finally said, beaming at you with such brightness.

“Do you like it?”

“Yeah of course it’s just that you shouldn't have… these are pricey” he said instinctively checking for the tag on the box.

“Don’t worry it’s not much for me” you carelessly said, which Baekhyun doesn’t seem to hear.

You proceeded to step in the living room. And Baekhyun was instantly taken aback by the luxury of the room.

“Y/n you told me you lived in an apartment! Not a penthouse!” He exclaimed, eyes dashing all over, taking in the opulence of the place. You laughed at his cute reaction. It’s true that you’ve been so accustomed to nice things that you don’t even notice them anymore.

“My dad got it for me recently” You said bashfully scratching the back of your head. And even if Baekhyun couldn’t possibly guess with that phrase alone what kind of activity your family was involved in, your guts still twisted in worry. The fact that this place was a gift from your father was the exact reason why it was so extravagant.

Your dad lived in a big mansion just outside the city, every corner of the place had rococo decor. Big Renaissance fountains and statues in the hall. Gold plated plumbing in the many bathrooms, high ceilings, black russian marble on the floor. The house was so conspicuous about the wealth of the people residing in it that it felt almost like a parody.

You on the other hand were the complete opposite. You always thought you got this from your mother. Before she died you lived with her in Sicily. You occupied a nice, rather big it’s true, villa. The place was comfortable and spacious but it was rather minimalistic. Nothing sparkled with gold and diamonds. It was more elegant. That's what you liked most. That was why, for instance, you wore discreet and modest looking clothes even if they were designer and made from the finest fabric they were still wearable and unnoticeable for the unseasoned eye.

So even if your dad made tremendous efforts not to slip into his faults, the appartement still had his personal grandiose touch.

“How about I let you have a stroll around the place while I serve the food?” you suggested with a smile and Baekhyun was quick to agree, almost instantly disappearing in the corridor.

While you were busy serving him a generous portion of stew you heard him yell from afar.

“That jacuzzi looks amazing!!!”

You chuckled to yourself and proceeded to serve yourself a bowl too.

“Y/n, I found that in one of the bedrooms.” he said holding a gold watch.

“Yeah it’s my father’s" you said, stirring the stew with the chopsticks while Baekhyun got seated.

“This gold rolex is your father's?” oddly, his voice sounded harsh which made you look up at him. His eyes are once again unfathomable, he stares back at you with that blank expression you can’t read.

“Yeah, he helped me move around some furniture in my bedroom and he forgot it here”

Baekhyun set the watch to the side. And when he lifted his eyes up again, their usual glow was back.

“I mean the apartment… the rolex...What does he do for a living?”

Your heart stopped.

The question made you freeze for a second as you sunk a piece of sausage to the bottom of the bowl, doing your best to not look suspicious of anything. Even if you prepared for that it still took you aback.

“Well, you know, it’s a small family business” you just vaguely responded, keeping your eyes on the stew.

“Well looks like business is really good” he said, opening his mouth wide, laughing with that crystal clear laugh that you love so much. A sound that melts the anxiety of the loaded question right away. Then he brought a big spoon full of the broth to his mouth. He didn't even bother blowing on it and shoved it in his mouth, closed his eyes and frowned. You couldn't tell whether it was because he got third degree burnt or because the taste of the broth was horrendous.

“So how is it?” you hesitantly asked, nervousness seeping from your word.

“Delicious! Oh my god!! Wow.” He went right away for seconds. “The food is too distracting right now but don't go thinking I didn’t catch you changing the subject” he said with a mouthful while you giggled awkwardly.

It filled your heart to the brim to see him enjoy the food you prepared with love for him.

“Well eat your heart out because I made six servings” you laughed joyfully. Then you heard a buzzing sound. Immediately Baekhyun set his chopsticks and spoon down to get his old phone out of his pockets. His eyes briefly swept through the screen, maybe reading a text before he shoved it back in his pocket and merily went back to spoon out some of the borth.

“Wooow” he exclaimed again, smacking his lips.

You laughed again.

Baekhyun ended up taking three full bowls of jjigae you never noticed before because you never stuck around in the shop long enough but when he eats he cutely hums songs happily as he stuffs his cheeks full. Baekhyun is not the shy eater type. He will try to fit 3 pieces of pork belly at once in his mouth and succeed most of the time which was an impressive skill.

The whole evening was going rather smoothly. Baekhyun was easy going and fun to hang out with. You almost forgot why he was here and what this night was leading to. You felt at ease with him. Happily chatting away, listening to his funny nonsense or complaining about annoying customers or even giving you interesting anecdotes on how he started his business. You loved the way his eyes lightened up when he was talking about what pasionnated him.

Baekhyun truly was a businessman. He knew about the stakes of good suppliers, customer relations and general management. Baekhyun showed great promise and you knew that in time, he would make a great head of the family by your side. The ruthlessness of your particular field of work was the only thing he was missing but there was plenty of time for that, plenty of time to ease him into the family business. And now definitely wasn’t the time.

But then your train of thought was interrupted by his phone, again.

Punctually his phone would buzz in his pocket and most of the time, he would ignore it but sometimes he would take it out and type a brief response.

Who is it?

The question was burning your lips and you wanted to ask so badly but your father didn’t raise you to be nosey. In fact, he raised you to be the exact opposite so you kept your indiscreet mouth shut.

As Baekhyun set his phone back in his pocket he raised his eyes back to you.

“Don’t worry baby it’s no one important”

Is he reading your mind ?

“Just checking the time you know” your heart sunk in your stomach. You immediately looked up at the clock hanging on the wall behind him. Almost midnight, it read.

“Sorry I should let you head home” you must be boring him you thought to yourself. Of course you were.

“No” he said, his voice shifting again, reminding you of the tone he used in the shop just yesterday. “I was just wondering when it was going to be time for desert”

Fuck…

Your heart jumped from the bottom of your stomach to your throat, over excitedly pumping boiling blood and adrenaline through your veins, making your cheeks and chest burn.

“Are you blushing baby girl?” he whispered while he leaned in over the table closing in the distance between you. “You’re so fucking cute”.

“Thank you” you squeaked, embarrassing yourself which made Baekhyun chuckle.

“Are you daydreaming about all the nasty stuff I texted you about?” you stayed frozen solid as you lost track of yourself in his dark brown orbs. He kept on leaning in, you licked your lips nervously and Baekhyun’s eyes instantly shifted down to them.

“You want me to make your dreams come true Princess?” Now his lips were grazing over your wet ones. This simple little touch sent a shot of electrifying sparks in your core. You nodded your head slowly.

“Say it” he whispered even quieter now as his warm hand slipped beneath the table and under your flowy dress, fingertips brushing over the thin skin of your inner thigh. You couldn't help but let out a meek little whimper which made him smirk. “Say it, princess” he repeated, his hand continuing to progress on your thigh until he reached the delicate lace lining of your panties. Not quite touching you yet. So close but yet so far.

“Please make my dream true, sir” you huffed, giving in, surrendering yourself without putting up much of a fight.

“Good girl"

Suddenly he crashed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately, prying your mouth open to taste you, not letting you time to protest but even if you could have it was never your intention. You waited long enough for that. And you chose him. With him it finally felt right.

Baekhyun’s pointer finger pressed precisely on your clit, applying pleasurable pressure on it, making you gasp and bang your knee on the table, nearly knocking over your half full bowl. as he put more pressure on it. Not giving you the satisfaction of friction just yet. Just driving you even crazier with desire. So in a shameful and unpremeditated reflex you bucked your hips against his single finger.

Immediately he retracted his hand and broke the kiss. You bit your lips in regret as you opened your eyes back up to look at him. A familiar evil twinkle was dancing in his eyes.

“What a naughty girl” he wrapped a firm hand around your nape. “Grinding her little pussy against me like this” the remark made you blush in embarrassment.

“Blushing again?” he asked, this time practically growling. “You’re really trying to make me go insane.”

At once he got up, making his chair fall back, he harshly lifted you up by the arm and flipped you over his shoulder with ease. Caring your body like it was nothing but a mear feather.

He walked through the living room and hall with big strides and tossed you on the bed, earning a yelp from you. He didn’t even bother to switch on the light, only keeping the door open, the lighting from the hall making the atmosphere incredibly intimate.

“Take this flimsy dress off. Now. Keep the heels” his tone was demanding and impatient. So much so that even the crippling fear of what you were about to do was swept away and replaced by the fear of disobeying your master’s orders.

You opened the zip in the back of your dress and just let it slide off your body, revealing the burgundy lingerie set you carefully picked out for him.

“Fuck" he swore under his breath as his eyes trailed down your high heeled scadals to the curved you thighs and your chest hidden away in the beautiful bra and finally to your glistening collarbones.

You swallowed thickly at the sight of the tent he was so visibly pitching in his pants, making it look incredibly uncomfortable.

“Fucking lace?” he asked, hands going to the navy blue silk shirt. “Only sluts wear lace” he grunted rapidly, shedding every piece of clothing he had. Even the tight boxers, making his thick and hard cock spring up and stand tall.

He looked glorious, the light from the hall was casting his large shadow on the wall, the silver chains and necklaces hanging low on his chest pulling your eyes further down to the incredible cock you were so vividly remembering from yesterday, your mouth instinctively watering.

“Spread your legs” he ordered and you did. Fat cock in hand he stood on his knees and harshly pulled on your hips to take you closer to him, you let out another whimper.

His hot tip touched your clothed little pussy, aiming directly at the sensitive bud. Baekhyun took a wicked pleasure in making teasing slow circles. As close to you as he was, the miniscule ply of fabric between you was way too much. So you whimpered again.

When his tip pressed on you, you suddenly got nervous.

“Please… I-... Baekhyun… I’ve never” you stumbled on your words.

“Don’t worry princess” he smiled reassuringly at you “I’ll make you nice and ready for me”.

He pulled on your legs and brought your hips to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of you. He laid gentle kisses on your pubic bone before catching the lace between his teeth. He looked back up at you with the same eyes you saw in the shop, the same blazing desire that made your center quiver in anticipation.

He slid the panties down to your ankles where it hung on one of your feet.

“Will you be a good girl for me baby ?” he asked, voice strained and heavy while he eyed down your thighs tightly pressed together.

“Y-yes sir” you murmured, goosebumps rising on your bare skin.

“Then let me see your beautiful little pussy and spread your legs for me baby.”

With a shaky breath you parted your thighs slowly and as your knees got further and further apart Baekhyun’s smirk got wider and wider.

“Fuck” he breathed out eyes fixed on your aching, quivering center. His breath tickled your intimate parts as he leaned in. “Dessert is fucking served” he whispered before digging in. Instantly, he aimed his tongue at the swollen bud.

The contact of his wet and cool tongue made you arch your back, sinking your head back in the plushy mattress.

“Fuck you taste so good babydoll” he said not parting himself from you, vibrations pulling a sharp breath out your trembling lips.

This feels different from anything you’ve ever done to yourself; it has no comparison at all.

“You like my mouth on your soaked little pussy?” he asked teasingly, slowing down the pace, gently sucking on your sensitive nub.

“Yes, sir” you cried out, taking out the frustration of this slow pace onto the sheets, fisting them angrily.

“What about this?” he slipped one slender finger inside your narrow little pussy. Your lips rounded up in surprise as you hoisted yourself up on your elbows, wanting to see his face.

“Fuck” you swore when you felt his blunt nail pushed deep inside you, rubbing circles on your sweet spot.

“Aw baby! Does that feel good?”

You only nodded as a response, your eyes starting to prickle with tears as he started to pump his finger in and out, slowly at first but rapidly picking up the pace to a point where you couldn’t help but to let small whimpers fill out the space between the two of you.

“Aw baby you’re so cute getting overwhelmed with just one finger” he chuckled. “Are you sure your virgin little pussy can handle me?” Once again your distressed mind is unable to come up with words to form an answer but this time he stopped when you didn’t reply anything back.

“Yes!! Yes!!” you breathed out hurriedly when you felt the peasure gradually lessen, deserepatly, longing for him to finger fuck you again.

“What a good girl” he said as he slipped another finger inside.

“Oh my god” you cried again, this time you couldn't help two big tears to roll down your burning cheeks. You felt yourself deliciously stretch to his liking. One finger was easy but two was something else. A dull and muted pain made you wince. Baekhyun moved very gently, taking his time to stretch you properly. When you started to relax he leaned in again to wrap his mouth around your swollen clit.

“Fuck baby you taste delicious” he growled. Gradually the pain turned into pleasure and he picked up the pace again. Fingers furiously pumping in and out of you while his tongue skilfully circled your clit. Everything worked perfectly together like well oiled machinery. Rapidly taking you to your peak like an ever ascending rollercoaster.

“Are you going to cum my princess?” Baekhyun teased you.

“Yes!!” you almost screamed, nails digging at the mattress, practically tearing the sheets.

“I’ve never seen a virgin cunt so fucking eager” he said while digging one pointy tooth on your clit, pulling a loud gasp off your lips, making your walls throb around his diggits. “Fuck! What a dirty little cunt you have here. Sucking on my finger like this” he picked up the pace again and combined with the dirty talk you were done for.

But he abruptly pulled his fingers out your desperate little pussy.

“No baby” he said firmly “Good girls only cum on my cock”

Instantly you missed how full he was making you feel but nonetheless you nodded. Ready to comply with anything and everything Baekhyun said, completely wrapped around his fingers.

When he got back up his length was beet red, precum dripping down his shaft as the thick member twitched menacingly. He gripped you down and tossed you further on the bed, making room for himself between your parted thighs.

He gathered your wetness coating the tip and the shaft with your overflowing juices. Your heart loudly thumped in your chest when you peeked at the huge hard cock making its way to your entrance.

“S-should we use protection?” you stuttered. Baekhyun looked up at you again, his eyes were puzzled for a second.

“Aren't you on the pill?” he asked, lying still on top of you.

“Humm… Yeah” you said, averting your eyes.

That was a big fat lie

“But I mean still…” you continued hazardously. Mischief returned in Baekhyun’s eyes.

“Don't you trust me, Princess?” he started to rub small and teasing circles on your clit with his blazing hot and raw tip, you bit your lip down trying not to moan.

“Aaah… Y-Yes I do” you whimpered, pleasure making you forget about all your concerns.Well almost of all of them. Because when Baekhyun pressed his tip at your entrance you questioned him again.

“Will it fit?” you finally asked the question burning your lips, the one that has been stirring your stomach inside out ever since you got to witness the width and length of Baekhyun. Ever since you first gagged on his big fat cock.

Baekhyun’s mischievousness is gone. Only burning, raging desire filled his dark orbs now.

“Don’t worry baby… I’ll make sure it fits”

With that he finally pushed himself past your entrance.

The first few centimeters are the most painful. The thick head of the member, stretching your untouched pussy to a level you never thought could be possible. You winced in pain and bit down on your lip, eyes tightly shut. Slowly but surely Baekhyun found the bottom of you, finally linking your hips and his.

Your legs trembled when you felt his breath tickle the crook of your neck. The pain was unbearable, making your eyes water once again and your breath hitch in your throat.

“Fuck! You’re so fucking tight Princess” he growled in your ear while tears rolled down your cheeks.

“You’re so big… It hurts” you let out in a small sob, trying your best to accept him in your inexperienced center.

“Don’t worry baby it’ll feel good soon” he said gently brushing a strand of hair away. “I’ll make you feel good. I promise”

He gently pulled out almost completely, only the very tip of him was still hanging from your core. And he pushed back in, as gently as before. This time around was a little less painful and you were able to keep your eyes open just to see his face beautifully contort in pleasure as his eyebrows both met on his forehead. He bit on his lip, grunting while he filled you up again.

When his tip, pushed deep inside you, started to rub against your sweet spot, goosebumps erupted from your skin, the unexpected pleasure pulled a moan out of your strained throat.

He repeated the process each time it felt a little better, each time a little bit faster. Until it felt actually divine. You can’t believe how he got you screaming his name in a matter of minutes.

“Fuck baby, you like my cock this much?” he breathed out, half moaning as he furiously pounded into you.

“Yes Sir”

“Fuck what a fucking slut you are. Virgin cunt dripping and gripping on my cock like this?” he grunted nails digging at our sides. “Say you’re my little slut”

“I’m your little slut Sir”

“Good girl” he growled. “That’s right you’re mine. Only mine” he rewarded you with more punishing and divine thrusts inside your exhausted little body.

“Please” you cried out.

“Please what?” he said, not sparing any rest to your pussy.

“Please Sir let me cum” you sniffled, out of breath.

“What a good girl, begging like a good little whore” he said smirking at your miserable state while your pussy once again flirted with the edge. “You’ll only cum when I’ll tell you too”

“Pleaseee” you begged again, knowing you couldn't go on for long.

One of his hands left your waist to grab a fistful of your hair, harshly pulling on it. The sting made your core clench, gripping even harder on every centimeters of Baekhyun’s thick cock pounding inside you to rearrange your guts.

“Are you that fucking deseperate for my cum?” he growled, unforgiving hips still smashing yours.

“Yes please give me your cum” you begged him, knowing his release also meant yours.

“You want to milk my cum to the last drop right, slut?”

“Yes I’m a little slut hungry for your cum Sir” you moaned out, screaming and panting. This time you couldn’t hold it back.

“Cum for me. Now!” Baekhyun ordered and you gladly complied. Finally letting go of the knot that has been building up in your core for what felt like days. You felt the gushing of your cum being sprayed out of your core, soaking Baekhun’s muscular chest and the sheets. The overwhelming feeling took over you, rushing burning heat from your core to your chest, neck and face. The powerful orgasm swept you off your feet like never before. Never you were able to give yourself something similar.

“Oh my god Yes I’m cumming” you cried out while Baekhyun growled and pumped you full of piping hot cum, filling you up and eventually overflowing in a cascade completely coating your shapeless little pussy all the way down to your ass.

His thrusts gradually became more shallow as he hung his jaw open, finally grasping his own release. When he pulled out you felt a pool of your mixed up cum forming underneath you as Baekhyun crashed next to you.

“Fuck” he panted next to you before reaching out to you and nesting your exhausted and worned out body between his arms.

It doesn't take long before you both wandered off into a deep slumber, your heated cheeks resting against his damp chest, his calm heartbeats playing a soothing lullaby to your ears.

You are surprised to wake up all by yourself the next morning. For a second you imagined that all of this was just a dream. But it was before you shifted on your side and felt the slimy results of last night still coating your thighs and the soreness deep inside your core.

So maybe he just bailed on you…

Of course he did, he used you to get what he wanted and left. How could it have been different? He is perfect in every way amd you're just so… bland. So maybe this was your best shot at him. That was what your insecurities told you.

But right when worry was taking over your frantic heart your phone buzzed.

Last night was amazing, babygirl. Sorry I had to leave to open up shop… Maybe don’t come or call today because I’ll be too busy and I can’t afford to get distracted by your cute little face. It’ll be hard enough to think of your stunning naked body under me or the cute little sounds that you make when you beg me… Fuck i’m already geting of track anyways… I’ll text you later baby.

ily

-Baekhyun

Wait… ily as in “I love you” this is the best day ever… and he used the phone. And finally Baekhyun has a name in your phone too. He didn't have to think for too long when you thought his beautiful warm caramel brown doe eyes it felt like an evidence.

Bambi 🦌

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A/N : Here you go I hope you enjoyed! I'm sorry for being so chaotic in my uploads. But my honestly my blog is as messy as my life. Im just running up and down and left to right trying to do everything within the 24hour limit of each day. It's hectic I tell ya! hectic! hahah Anywayw I can't wait to move into the new house and have things settle down a bit.

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iibonniee · 2 years

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Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the horniest of them all (Park Chanyeol smut)

Chanyeol can only deal with so much teasing while he is out with his friends. Surprisingly to Y/N, he holds on long enough until he’s at home and in front of the mirror. His only rule of the night is for her to stay silent and to keep her eyes open.

Warnings: smut, fingering, unprotected mirror sex, a shitty smut 🥳

Word Count: 1.2k

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Her breath hitched, eyes staring directly back at her lust filled eyes. Her pupils were blown seeming to search endlessly for an answer of unknowns. There was no possible way for her to know the answer. All she knew was that this was what she wanted.

Behind her stood her boyfriend. His body lacking clothes like her own, his own eyes holding a stare with the mirror, but they weren’t locked on his own like hers. Rather they stared deeply into hers.

His hands held her body close, the tip of his cock pressing hard against her back. Slowly, like a devil ready to devour its prey in the most sinister way possible, his large hand traveled down slowly. If her skin wasn’t on burning before, it was definitely on fire now with the way his hands moved.

His large hand stopped just at where she wanted him, his free one holding her close, fingers grasping her breast to twist and tease. His smirk was teasing as she felt his middle finger tease her folds. Her eyes flicked from her own to his, an impatient cry falling past her lips as each second ticked by, the teasing grew to be too much.

“Please Yeol,” Her voice felt hoarse as she begged. But, as expected, his smirk only widened into a sinister grin. “Please…”

His chuckle was as dark as the lust in his eyes. Slowly, he teased her. It was only a painful reminder of what she had done to him earlier. But she swore her teasing wasn’t as painful as his. She was sure he would say the same. Pictures weren’t this bad.

“Where do you need me? How do you want me?” His lips grazed her ear as he spoke. His mirrored self-copied his movements. The way his left hand stuck itself between her legs, his finger teasing her folds as he expected cries and pleas from her. It was all too new, but it was still exhilarating.

“I need your fingers,” She whined, body shivering as he moved his finger up and down, teasing her more and more. “I can’t handle it.”

“Ah, ah.” His sinister grin was once more. His tongue licked a fine stripe from her neck her ear.

“Here’s the plan, are you listening baby girl? Nod your head if you are,” He watched her nod eagerly, unaware of what he was going to say. “Good. Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to finger fuck you so hard when you cum I’ll have to force you to keep standing. Then when I’m done, I’m going to fucking ruin you. If you make one sound, I’ll stop and force you to watch me fuck myself. Understood?”

Once again, his question was met with another nod. Just as he said, his middle finger pushed her folds apart and entered her needy body. A silent gasp left her mouth as he plunged his finger in and out of her. But one wasn’t enough. It wasn’t good enough. She needed another. She was desperate.

“Stop wiggling around,” He huffed out upon noticing how much she wiggled about. “I know you’re a greedy girl, but I’ll give you another when I feel like you deserve it. After tonight’s stunt, be happy I’m even fucking you in the first place.”

This was just the start to a torturous night. For what seemed like hours he’d slowly pump a finger in and out of her, reminding her that this was what she deserved after sending those messages. She knew it too, deep down she only played herself. She was the one that dug this grave.

But she had to admit, she enjoyed teasing him just a bit too much. The outcomes always often sided in her favor, and her usual soft and loving boyfriend became a man who didn’t take shit from her.

“If you shut your eyes, I’m stopping. I want you to watch yourself get fucked. Watch how your body screams from want while your mouth stays silent.”

The fight to keep her eyes open grew harder and harder each time he thrusted his finger inside her. Despite it only being one, she found herself inching closer and closer to a release.

Her eyes remained open, flicking back and forth between watching his finger move and looking at his face. His features showed his concentration. For a moment, she wondered what was going through his mind. It was an easy answer when two more fingers plunged into her, tempting a cry or gasp to fall from her lips.

So close.

“How are you feeling jagiya? I bet you wish you could tell me how good I’m making you feel. I miss your pretty moans. Let me hear them.” She knew all too well this was a test. He had done it before, and she had paid the price for it.

But then again, his fingers pumping in and out of her at a fast rate was turning her brain into a foggy mess. To moan out in pleasure would be everything. Especially when his free hand added just enough pressure to her clit, it was simply perfect.

“Good job. You can cum.”

And she did. Her moans were silent as her mouth fell agape. Trying her best to keep her eyes open, she watched as her body fell rigid. Soon becoming sensitive to overstimulation. And true to his word, her legs felt like jello ready to give out if he let go.

Her hands meeting the cool touch of the mirror sent waves of goosebumps that kissed each inch of her skin. She only felt empty for a moment, because once again keeping to what he was saying, his cock filled her up not letting her adjust to his size.

No.

He was ready to serve her second punishment. His grunts sounded lonely without her moans, but he didn’t seem to mind all too much. His pace was brutal as he rammed into her. And for a moment, she thought she’d break the mirror.

“You’re doing so good. Look at yourself, taking my cock like a good girl. Fuck, I can feel you tightening around me again. What is it, huh? Do you like watching yourself get railed? Does it turn you on so much?” His mouth spilled mountains upon mountains of filth. And it was too much.

He was right. Watching everything that was happening turned her on too much. Watching the way his eyes scrunched together, lip being caught in between his teeth, it was perfect.

Without warning she found herself cuming for the second time. She couldn’t tell if he was upset simply because she was fighting her body, but she couldn’t hold it back. Not when everything seemed like a new experience to her.

The urge to roll her head back and shut her eyes was high. It was the silence besides the moaning that came from him that told her it was fine.

“Shit. I’m so close. I’m so fucking close.” His words back up his actions. His thrusts were sloppy, but still kept his pace. His hands held a firm grip on her thighs, thrusting into her to reach his high.

A slew of curse words signaled his release. He pulled out, cuming over her back. His panting filled the room, and she allowed him time to catch his breath.

“Are you ok?” He asked, pulling her body flushed against his own. She nodded, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. “How about we take a nice shower and get some rest?”

Once again, his question was met with another nod. He chuckled, kissing her cheek guiding her away from the now tainted window towards the bathroom for a warm shower.

#park chanyeol x reader #chanyeol smut #chanyeol x you #Chanyeol x reader smut #exo x y/n #exo x reader #exo x you #exo smut

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itstheoneshot · 2 years

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Worried

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Summary: A night out without your partner never goes smoothly… so the way that tonight goes does not surprise you at all.

Word Count: 2.1k

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Anger/Shouting, Possessiveness.

“Geonbae!” You cheer with your friends, holding your glass in front of you before taking it to your mouth to scull.

You have lost track of the time, drunk and happy as you spend the evening out with your closest friends. You had majored in engineering at university, and graduated a couple of years ago, so unsurprisingly, your closest friends were men. This had never phased you though, half of them were dating each other, and the others you saw as the family you never had.

Posing for a photo, you think none the wiser as your youngest friend Sehun posts the picture on Instagram, tagging you in it. You are having so much fun, dancing and laughing along with the boys as evening turns to night, without a care in the world.

After a while, you excuse yourself to use the bathroom, and much to your dismay, though you are not surprised, the line is long, so you pull your phone out of your bag to keep yourself entertained while you wait.

That is when you see it.

Three (3) Missed Calls: Baekhyunnie

Three (3) Text Messages: Baekhyunnie

Your stomach drops, and your anxiety shoots up instantly. Your boyfriend knew you were going out tonight, of course, you don’t hide things from him, though as you try to recall, you realise that you may have forgotten to tell him who you were going out with.

Baekhyun knows the guys you are out with, he has met them a handful of times, but he has his own life, his own friends, so has never taken a huge interest in them… until now. You bite your lip as you swipe to unlock your phone, allowing the messages to light up on screen, and you see that they were sent consecutively, a whole hour ago.

Baekhyunnie

Jagiya.

Baekhyunnie

It’s late. I think you’ve had enough fun tonight.

Baekhyunnie

Come home. Right now.

By the time that you finish reading, you are at the front of the queue, rushing to use the toilet and washing your hands thoroughly before grabbing your phone back out of your bag. You do not waste any more time, texting the boys to let them know that you had to leave, as you head outside, and your phone rings again.

Incoming Call: Baekhyunnie

“Yeoboseyo?” You answer, grateful to have been dancing so much that you are now close to sober, though maybe the anxiety helped you sober up too.

“Where are you?” Baekhyun asks, his tone is cold, “I’m driving round the city, which club are you at?”

You reply quickly, naming the street that you are on too, and you try to compose yourself as you see him pull up in his favourite silver sports car. You open the door to let yourself in, struggling to make eye contact as you fasten your seatbelt just in time for him to speed off again.

It is not often that Baekhyun gets like this, his anger oozes from him, you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up as you look over at him. You are sure that what he is thinking is not good, but you know that you need to hear it.

“Baekhyun,” You murmur, “Talk to me, please?”

You watch his grip tighten on the steering wheel, and his jaw clench, as he quickly glances over at you before looking back out in front of him. He breathes heavily, a deep inhale, and an over exaggerated exhale before he speaks.

“What am I supposed to talk to you about?” He asks, “I have nothing to say.”

That is a lie, you are certain of that, and the way that his eye twitches is a dead giveaway. He is driving faster than usual, though he does usually speed in this car, and you watch the streets flash by as you get closer to home.

“Are you mad at me?” You ask, though you know what the answer is, anticipating it already, “I’m sorry.”

You should not be sorry, you know that you shouldn’t, but you feel guilty, for not being completely honest. Baekhyun would have said no if you had told him where you were going, who you were going with, he gets so nervous when you spend time with other men. He never believes you when you tell him they are only friends, and that you only have eyes for him.

“I am,” He replies flatly, “I’m so fucking mad.”

This sets you off, because he has no reason to be mad at you. You should be allowed to have friends, see friends, do whatever you want, but he is so… possessive… jealous, controlling. It isn’t fair, and you want to make sure that he knows it. Though here you are, having left the club early, sitting in his car, surely going to beg him for forgiveness.

“You never let me do what I want,” You sigh, “Why don’t you trust me?”

You watch the streets as you fly past them, recognising the area as you get closer to home. Baekhyun is livid, you can see it in the way that he grips the steering wheel, in the way that his foot has the accelerator flat on the floor.

“I trust you,” He replies, as you are jolted forward when he parks in the garage, “I just don’t trust anyone else. Get out.”

You do as you are told, only because you don’t want to make this worse for yourself, and you follow him inside your house, only barely getting your shoes off before Baekhyun continues to rant at you.

“What if something had happened to you?” He asks, “I didn’t know where you were, or who you were with until Sehun tagged you.”

He was worried… through the anger in his tone, the strain of his fear and sadness breaks through. He has always been bad at processing his feelings, at displaying and communicating them well, but you see right through his outburst.

“Baby…” You begin to speak, but you are cut off before you get anywhere.

“I’m not your fucking baby!” He shouts, only realising the harshness of his words as you recoil, flinching slightly, he tries to double back, “You’re my baby… I’m supposed to take care of you.”

You are not sure what to think, or what to do, but you do not move as he steps forward, and you let your eyes flutter shut as he raises his hands to your face, holding you gently. You find it easy, maybe too easy, to give in, to believe him when he says that you are his to take care of. Though he has always shown you that, he has proved himself over the years that you have spent together, you are his, and he does take care of you.

A part of you is regretful, that you had made him upset in the first place, though the logical side of your brain knows that you needn’t be, you are slipping, and you aren’t fighting it. You let him hold you close, you kiss him back with the same tender forcefulness in which he kisses you, and you let him take control.

“I love you,” He murmurs, his lips still touching yours, “I love you so much.”

You lift a hand up, to run your fingers through his soft hair, opening your eyes to stare into his own, getting lost in them as you always do.

“I love you too,” You reply sincerely, “I’m yours, Baekhyunnie.”

Baekhyun closes the gap between you again, smiling into the kiss as he guides you further into your house, leading you towards the bedroom. You know the halls so well that you don’t need to open your eyes, and you trust Baekhyun wholeheartedly, to protect and take you exactly where you need to go.

When Baekhyun gets like this, you are never quite sure what to expect, whether he will take you hard, or be gentle and sweet, you don’t have a preference between the two, as long as you are guided and told, you obey and you accept what you are given.

“We should get you out of this dress,” Baekhyun comments as you pass through the doorway into your bedroom, “Though it’s hardly a dress with how short it is.”

You only nod your approval, mentally rolling your eyes at his statement, before Baekhyun does exactly as he said, easily slipping the fabric down and over your shoulders, leaving you in your bra and panties with the silk dress now pooled at your feet.

You don’t want to let go of him, and you sigh in content as he leans in to kiss you, your nimble fingers quickly working at the button of his jeans. Baekhyun pulls his shirt up over his head, and your hands work faster to free him from the rest of his clothing.

You are desperate as you tug his jeans down, already eyeing his evident erection, though you don’t dare to touch it, you know well enough his rules, no touching until told to. You are meek and behaved, just how he likes you to be, and you watch on eagerly as he undresses.

“I love you, baby,” Baekhyun murmurs, guiding you down onto the bed, following closely to hover over you, “Don’t make me feel like that again, okay?”

“I love you too,” You reply with a nod, tilting your chin up so that you can kiss him again, feeling the cool of his fingertips as they brush across your collarbones, “I won’t, I promise.”

His kisses are soft, tender and loving, clearly indicating to you that he is going to be gentle, and your body yearns for it. Heat surges between your legs as Baekhyun guides you further up the bed, your hands gripping to his shoulders so that he cannot move away.

Your clinginess makes Baekhyun chuckle as he kisses you, his right hand trails down your front as you whimper in anticipation. You want to make him feel cared for, as much as he makes you, and the only way that your foggy mind can think of this is by hooking your legs around his thighs to pull him closer.

“Please, Baek,” You mumble, feeling goosebumps raise on your skin as his fingertips trail over your hip bones, “Don’t make me wait.”

You try to contain your whimpering as his hand makes its way to your core, your hips moving reflexively as you try to bring him in. He does not have to be rushed or pressured, every movement is metered and precise, finding your entrance to gently breach with two fingers, gentle and slow, though you aren’t sure if you need it like that.

Baekhyun’s cock hardens with every stroke of his fingers inside you, and the feeling of it on your thigh is almost enough to drive you insane. His fingers work you perfectly, chasing your high in only a matter of minutes, your pleas for mercy and for him to fuck you instead fall on deaf ears.

It is not until your thighs begin to shake does Baekhyun give you some reprieve, moving to thrust his cock into you, only seconds before you tip over the edge. Baekhyun’s moans escalate as you clench to him, and your head spins as he fucks you harder than before.

You can’t tell when one orgasm ceases and the next begins as Baekhyun continues to fuck you, his words slurred from his own pleasure, chants and affirmations of love and praise as he chases his own high. Your nails leave deep marks down his back, desperately gripping to him as you feel his movements start to falter.

“You’re gonna let me fill you up, aren’t you?” He asks, though you know that it is a warning, not an offer, “You’re so good to me.”

You nod, your eyes pleading, desperate mumbles of approval leave your lips as you feel his cock twitch in you, watching the way that his eyes glaze over as he releases, splattering your insides, claiming you as his own again, as if you were ever not in the first place.

“I love you,” You gasp, “Fuck, I love you.”

The pair of you laugh as Baekhyun slows down, pressing his forehead to yours as he catches your breath. It is euphoric like this, both on high, in love and so comfortable. All ill-feelings from this evening are gone and forgotten, forgiven for now. Sure, you wish he would be better at talking, but he loves you so much, and you love him too.

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itsmykindoflove · 2 years

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[5:37 p.m.]

“My dear and beloved bride and future wife

I wish I could say that you met me at the happiest moment of my life and that your presence made that happiness triple, but that was not the case. You knew me at my worst, when I was sick, tired, hurt, tormented by my thoughts. You met me when nothing else made sense to me and it was your arrival that made me see that life can be good. When I saw you walk into that room, my world stopped and I felt like I should have you in my life. I fought an internal battle between asking for your number or just letting you go, thankfully my courage was bigger than my fear and pride. I thank fate for putting us together; you know it was never a coincidence that our paths crossed. It was written long before we were both born, that we would be soulmates or something similar.

I love every detail of our story. From when we met, to our first date, our first kiss, our first fight, our first night making love, our first trip... Not just the first, but the second, third, fourth and infinitely. I love it.

I love everything about you and everything that comes from you. Your beauty, your personality, your flaws, your voice, your laugh, your way of distrusting trusting, your mindset, your opinions, your patience or lack of it, your touch, the way you give me attention and understand my flaws and faults. Your eyes speak a thousand words and we can each be on the side of the room and I'll still understand you in the blink of an eye. They say no one is perfect, but you are close to perfection. And this perfection already made me doubt if I'm the right guy for you and what I should improve on. The fear of losing you or not being enough for you, corrode me and will always corrode me, until my last breath. And I still wonder what you saw in me and why you accepted me as your love, friend and partner.

I know that in this new phase that we will enter, it will demand a lot of love, patience, respect and cooperation. That we will have ups and downs, that we will laugh and cry, that we will want to kill each other or sacrifice ourselves and that we will have to give up our selfishness and pride to make it work, but it will be worth it and for you I do everything without even doubting. You just ask and I do. And I always will.

I promise I will help you. I promise I will never hurt you or make you doubt. I will never give you reasons to give up on us. I will never belittle you or think that I am more important than you. I will never put my needs above yours. I will never put you last and break your heart. And I promise I will love you forever. Those are my oaths to you.

And finally, I thank the heaven for allowing your parents to bring you into the world and you for choosing to live. I am the happiest man in the world, because you are mine and I am yours.

From your fiancé, and in a few hours, husband.

I love you so much and forever.

Please, don't run away with someone else and leave me at the altar. ”

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tastyykpop · 2 years

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⚠︎𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: these are all smut fics. if you don't like them, please don't read them.

♡ Crazy In Love- Part 4 (Yandere!Mafia!Baekhyun x Reader)

Punishments and pleasure. Not for you though, no you'll be the one crying in the end.

♡ Mr. Perfect (Enemy!Bully!Fuckboy!Donghyuck x Fuckgirl!Reader. On Hold</3)

A simple bet on who can get the highest body count on campus; whoever loses has to do whatever the winner wants. Can you beat Donghyuck?

♡ A Fox's Innocence- (Dream 00 Line x Fox Hybrid!Reader. Request)

Learn what you want, even the most sexual of things. Your innocence takes a toll on your roommates, leaving you crying for them during your heat. It's 4 against 1, and they're here to ruin you.

♡ Cutie (Dilf!Johnny x Reader)

Mr. Suh has a knack for cute things, you being one of them. 'Cutie' is his go-to nickname and people think its just adorable. If only they knew why he loved that name.

♡ Mistakes Were Made (Butler!Jeno x Rich!Brat!Reader. Request)

You were quite the menace. A pretty, uptight, and plain disrespectful person. Jeno has had enough, and finally put his foot down. But he didn't mention that toys would be involved.

♡ A Push Is All It Takes (Nerd!Jaemin x Reader)

Jaemin, the sweet and shy quiet kid everyone knows and loves. Maybe you shouldn't have taken that kindness for granted.

After you were caught reading fanfics of Mark, you were threatened to be fired from SM and have the fic sent to the other members. To save your job and image however, you needed to help Mark whenever and wherever he wanted, if not, say goodbye to that job and what's left of your dignity.

♡ Work Of Fiction (Idol!Mark x Mua!Reader. Request)

♡ Give It To Me Baby (Puppy Hybrid!Jeno x Reader)

As a dog sitter, you're used to staying at others houses for days to watch their dogs while they're away. But a week with a hybrid that's trying to get in your pants? This is not what you signed up for.

♡ Sugar, Yes Please (Idol!Sugar Daddy!Johnny x Sugar Baby!Reader. Request)

Being an idol doesn't stop Johnny from wanting to breed everytime. Even if you are just his sugar baby.

♡ Rush (F1 Racer!Baekhyun x Reader. Request)

When all you can think about is that rookie racer thats taking everyone by storm, Baekhyun gets too jealous for his liking. He'll have to remind you who you belong to.

♡ Messy (Jeno x Reader. Request)

Jeno really needs you. Like right now. Yet you're too busy doing errands, he'll just have to wait.

♡ How They Treat You (Dilf!NCT 127 x Reader. Request)

Title speaks for itself.

♡ One Day At A Time (Fox Hybrid!Jaemin x Bunny Hybrid!Reader. Request)

You'd think a fox hybrid would be a lot rougher with a prey like yourself. Not Jaemin, he's gentle, playful, and sweet, he could easily be mistaken as a puppy instead. However, after an encounter with his ex, you've come to figure out that Jaemin really isn't as soft as he's showing. To get him where you want him, you'll have to test his patience until he breaks. Even if it takes seven days.

These will all come out randomly and more will be added soon in the future.

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kpop-dungeon-dark · 2 years

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REQUEST # 10 (Mafia!Sehun x Reader)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Disclaimer: This piece is purely a work of fiction and does not represent Oh Sehun in any way nor do I condone or encourage these actions in real life. This is nothing but mere fiction and fantasy. Both characters are of age. Contains dark themes, browse at your own risk.

Request: "Mayy you please please please write a Sehun/Lay/Chanyeol/Kai (or really just any member, cuz in such a whore for Exo🥵🥵) of a Virgin, with mutual masturbation, praise kink and cumplay??💘💘 I don’t really have too many specifics since I know it’ll be amazing anyway so just go crazy and write what you want!! It can be non con, dub con, or whatever you feel like doing!!❤️☺️☺️💖💖💗💗💓💓"

Warning(s): Dubcon, corruption kink, age gap, praise kink, breath play, power play, cum play, degradation, humiliation, choking, dumfication, mutual masturbation, breeding kink, toy riding, spanking praise kink.

Sehun wasn't really planning on what this had escalated into when he'd exited his room to come face-to-face with Y/n who was exiting hers. The girl was his boss, Mafioso Kim Junmyeon's bratty babysister who had just graduated highschool and was back to live with them for a while in the mansion located in the premises of the headquarters of the Mafia group, EXO.

He couldn't pinpoint just when he'd stepped in her direction before restraining the brat in his crushing hold before dragging her back inside his room roughly.

Maybe it was how one of her fluffy pink socks pooled around an ankle, or how her soft and luscious hair decorated her pretty face, or how the caterpillar stuffie dangled from her grip, it could also be the oversized football jersey she wore through which you could only make the outlines of her curves and bumps. Or maybe it was the bratty scowl that had made it's way on her face whilst a huff left her, pretty eyes rolling at the sight of him since she considered and treated all the men below her brother as mere 'pet dogs', out of which Sehun was apparently the worst because he was the youngest and fairly new.

"What- what are you-" Y/n's breaths were heavy as she glared up at him from her position against Sehun's bedroom door whilst he hurriedly did the topmost latch, other hand firmly holding her in place by her throat. "S- Stop! You pet dog! How dare you!" The insults just made the adrenaline pump even harder through his veins.

It was no news that the girl needed to be put in her place. And Sehun was more than happy to volunteer.

"Tsk." Clicking his tongue in distaste, the man ripped her underwear off with ease, tackling her against the door when she tried to struggle. He didn't hit the gym for hours everyday for nothing. "You talk too much" Y/n's eyes widened when he shoved her moist underwear in her mouth, plugging her mouth to muffle and restrict any and all sounds.

"Isn't that all better now?" Gathering both her hands that were weakly hitting his hard arms in one of his, the male pinned them above her head against the door, smirking down at the sight. "Mmm~" admiring his handiwork, he pushed the rather large caterpillar stuffie that she'd dropped away from them with a slight kick. "Aren't you all pretty when that filthy mouth of yours isn't running off?" His free hand felt up her pretty face, stroking her cheeks and lips before travelling down to her neck, his dick getting hard at how perfectly it fit his grip.

Y/n felt overpowered and embarrassed. After all that she had done and said to the men below Junmyeon, here she was, trapped under one of them all helpless and pathetic with her underwear stuffed in her mouth as she could do nothing but let him grope her all over. She could only stand there while he squeezed her boobs, biting at the clothed nipples while praising her for being so soft before creeping his hand under her shirt and feeling her soft stomach.

"Hmmm… should I fuck it full of my babies? Make you all nice and round all for me, huh baby?" The way her eyes widened as she shook her head vigorously made him cackle almost. He'd never felt so powerful before. "Why, you don't like it?" Y/n was scowling again as she shook her head, inaudibly trying to threaten him again.

"Really, now?" Raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow, the older lowered his hand down her stomach and between her legs, causing a shaky exhale to escape her nose. "Your body is telling me otherwise, though" the corners of his lips curled into a nasty smirk when he toyed with her pussy lips and flesh, her fluids hugging his slender fingers with ease. "I mean, isn't that why pathetic brats like you act out in the first place?" He was relentless with his words. "So they can be fucked into their little places at their owners' feet?"

Y/n's scowl had softened now, furrowed eyebrows raising as her eyes tried to close, hips slowly swaying and grinding against Sehun's fingers despite the sheer embarrassment burning her cheeks a bright crimson.

Letting go of her hands, Sehun slowly finger fucked her with his occupied hand, shoving and teasing her virgin entrance as his free hand gripped her shirt and swiftly pulled it up and over her head, causing the girl to gasp and try to cover her breasts.

"Hands above your head!" The man scolded, beating her to it and spanking one of her breasts in a punishing manner using the back of his hand. "Don't make me repeat myself" Y/n pouted as she did as she was told, sweat breaking out on her temples when his hand violated her virgin walls. "Isn't that so much better now?" Pinching her nipples, Sehun bit and sucked at them.

The girl involuntarily moaned, tipping her head back as her stomach filled with knots, toes curling and pussy clenching in defense, hips starting to fuck her pussy against his finger harder to chase her relief only to be left disappointed when he removed the finger with a plop.

"Nnnnnghhhh!" She whined in protest, pussy trying to reach for his fingers again as she arched her back.

The man chuckled. "More? Does this dirty little baby want more?" Y/n desperately nodded, breathing heavily against the makeshift underwear gag. "Want me to fuck you dumb with my cock? Make you feel real good?" Letting out muffled whines, the girl tried to say 'yes' and nodded even faster, heart thumping against her ribcage.

"Hmmm" pulling away, Sehun crossed his arms over his chest and shrugged. "But how do I know you'll be any good at it? What if you can't make me feel good?" Shaking her head in desperation, Y/n pulled the gag out herself.

"N- No! No! I will be! Please! Please~!" Even though she was humiliated and embarrassed because she was standing stark naked and all fucked out in front of her brother's mere worker, the burn in her pussy and stomach was too unbearable. "Please! I'll try my best!" Even though she'd never even done it before, the girl said whatever that would get him to do what he was doing again.

"Hmmm" grabbing the gag from her hand, Sehun shoved it back in her mouth past her drool covered lips, deciding he liked her best without her her demanding mouth. "But I need a demo now, don't I? To see if you're worthy of my cock?" A smirk made it's way on his face as he nodded towards the discarded stuffie.

"Why don't you fuck yourself on Mr. Locks like you would on me and I'll see if you deserve more pleasure just yet?" When her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the male rolled his eyes and instructed her to get on the bed with the toy beneath her.

"Now ride it" Y/n's cheeks burnt an even darker shade of red as her eyes widened at the order, head lowering in embarrasment when she realised just what kind of a position she really was in. "Come on, I don't have all day!" Her legs were spread apart with Mr. Locks between them as she sat on top of him, pussy resting against his soft fur. "It's this or nothing. Because I don't fuck unworthy little sluts who won't even be worth the fuck."

Just when Sehun thought Y/n was going to chicken out because he wasn't a stranger to her pride, the girl looked up with lust clouded eyes, placing her palms flat against the mattress to position herself better before she slowly started to rock her hips, shuddering in pleasure.

The man bit his lip, surprised but pleased as his hand slowly crept to his bulge. Fuck. He didn't expect her to actually obey since she acted so mighty and innocent in front of everyone all the time. Sehun had only said that so she would either beg him to help or try to defy him so he could manhandle her into taking him deep and hard.

"Fuck…" The man whispered to himself, watching the sight in front him as he neared the girl, continuing to rub himself as his other hand undid his fly and pushed his boxers out of the way, loving how her innocent eyes wandered to his cock and widened at the sight, hips moving even faster now as sweat dripped down her forehead.

"Good girl… such a good girl…" Sehun praised the obedience, starting to jerk himself off as his other hand removed her gag, Y/n taking him by surprise when she leaned forward and kissed his tip in a hazy frustration, unable to form coherent or rational thoughts anymore. "Fuck, Y/n…" Sehun cursed at the gesture, the warm and wet kiss making his insides burn. "Look what you do to me" one hand ran up and down his hard and wet shaft while the other one reached for her throat, slightly squeezing it to restrict her breathing.

"T- Thank you… thank you… f- feels so good…" The girl cried out, shaking as she felt herself getting close, feeling tiny and powerless. "S- So small… feel so small" she whispered, looking up at him with dilated pupils when he allowed her to breathe, sucking in shaky breaths.

The sight and words made Sehun's head spin. "Aren't you?" He growled almost, cursing when she tried to help and since he was already jerking himself off, started to rub the base of his balls which was his sensitive spot. "Look at yourself, naked and submissive under me, getting fucked by a toy because I said so… all to convince me that you're good enough for my cock. Tsk. So desperate and disgusting" he snickered, restricting her air once again. "Cum. Be a good toy and cum for me~" Y/n cried out and arched her back as her thighs started to shake uncontrollably, a violent orgasm ripping through her as she moaned and thanked him the best she could, rubbing herself against the caterpillar stuffie senseless.

"Fuck… such a good girl… so obedient and pretty… fuck~" Sehun started cumming harder than ever, letting go of her throat as her lips were starting to turn purple. "So fucking good" aiming for her face and mouth, he emptied his load all over her, slapping her ass repeatedly as he went, breaths heavy.

"Look at you" the man spoke once he'd calmed down a bit, squeezing and pinching her tits before cupping her face which was covered in his cum, droplets of it dripping down her chin and down her neck. "Such a pretty little baby I've here…" Sehun praised, admiring his handiwork before spreading the streaks of his load all over her face, scooping some and feeding it to her as the girl struggled to catch her breath, looking up at him submissively while sucking on his fingers, subconsciously swirling her tongue around them.

"Th- thank yoo~" Y/n whimpered, biting her lip when he unplugged her mouth, reaching for her pussy now while still rubbing his cum in her face, his thumb pushing the tiny droplets in her nose and making her cough them out.

"Good. That's how you should be; on your knees and underneath me, thanking me for everything I give you by kissing my feet." Putting his fingers that were coated in her cum Sehun sucked at them, humming and nodding. "Tastes like my cum dump." Before he stepped away and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted body heavily covered in tattoos.

"What?" Y/n felt dumb when he looked up at her while kicking his shoes off and getting rid of his clothes. The girl blushed and dumbly bit her lip, still in the same position as she didn't know what to do. Sehun shook his head upon her silent shrug and stood back up to his full stature.

"Well, get on your back and spread those pretty legs. You did good. I've decided to keep you" still unsure whether it was her just hormones or if she was actually liked Sehun treating her so small and dumb, Y/n complied and excitedly spread her legs, her mouth watering at the sight of his body that was much bigger than hers.

The older smirked as he approached her, pushing the toy off his bed before crawling on top of the younger. "Want me to fuck this virgin little pussy dirty and full of my cum?"

"Yes, please~" the girl admitted, placing her hands above her head again.

Rational thoughts could come later. Right now, this hurt and burnt too good.

Girl I agree. Nobody does it like the exos 🤧🥵🥺

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Honey (M)

Genre: slight angst, fluff, SMUT

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader, ft. Chanyeol

Word Count: 4k

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Summary: Baekhyun is content with being single but, apparently no one else is. So his friend talks him into going on a double date and he agrees.

“When’s the last time you went on a date?”

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. His friends had been trying to get him to go on dates since he broke up with his ex. Truth be told, he was beginning to get annoyed. Why was the assumption that people have to start dating just because they’re single? Why couldn’t he just live as a single man and enjoy it without women being involved? He was having a good enough time with what he had–his work, his friends, his hobbies, and his family.

But, apparently, he couldn’t possibly be satisfied. Unfortunately, he was living in a society where you were seen as lacking if you were single. In addition to his friends being on his back, his mother had also asked him when he was going to start dating again. Like most mothers, she was hoping that he would get married and have children quickly. But Baekhyun wasn’t ready; he wanted to take his time and he didn’t understand why everyone thought he needed to be dating.

“I haven’t been on one since Taeyeon,” Baekhyun replied, taking a sip of his water.

Chanyeol said, “Really?”

“Is it really that hard to believe?”

Chanyeol shrugged, pulling a piece of edamame out of the bowl in front of them. “I’m just a little surprised. I mean, since you were the one to break up with her…”

Baekhyun and Taeyeon had simply grown apart. They had loved each other but, sometimes, love wasn’t a good enough excuse to stay around. They met when they were fresh out of college, coming off of the high of campus life and ready to explore what the real world had in store. A couple years down the line, both of them had become so different. Their goals were no longer aligned, the relationship no longer serving them. Baekhyun broke up with her first because he knew she would want to stay together. And despite her initial protests and tears, she listened and could understand Baekhyun’s explanation. It was difficult but she understood where Baekhyun was coming from. Not only was he doing it for himself but for her, too.

Baekhyun’s friends seemed to think of him as “free” but Baekhyun never considered himself in a prison when he was with Taeyeon. There seemed to be this idea that relationships had to end a certain way but, whatever it was, Baekhyun didn’t believe in it. Baekhyun was perfectly content being single and not pursuing another woman. It’d been six months already but dating just wasn’t on his priority list. Other guys, he assumed, would start dating around right away. But Baekhyun didn’t think that it was that important. He was the kind of person that preferred quality over quantity.

“I know someone,” Chanyeol said. “What do you say to a double date on Friday night? My friend Yujin is single and she’s been having bad luck with guys. I think you’ll like her.”

Baekhyun sighed. “Fine.”

One date wouldn’t hurt, right?

Baekhyun hadn’t been on a date in a while. And certainly not with a new person. He was a little rusty. What things should he talk about? Would they really have a lot in common, like Chanyeol suggested? From what Chanyeol told him so far, he’d gathered that Yujin was the same age, had a pretty good job, and liked guys that looked somewhat like Baekhyun. So, essentially, Baekhyun was her type. But was she his? Baekhyun didn’t exactly have a type but he enjoyed women who weren’t into material things and money the most. That wasn’t to say that Baekhyun, himself, didn’t enjoy material things or expensive fashion pieces to hang in his closet but he liked when money wasn’t everything to the woman he was seeing. He enjoyed women who could have conversations that went beyond gushing over the new Gucci release. He liked to pick someone’s brains to find out what they were passionate about.

Chanyeol was waiting inside, with two girls. Baekhyun entered the restaurant and joined his friend. He recognized the girl Chanyeol was with; they’d been seeing each other for a couple weeks now.

“Hi, I’m Baekhyun,” he said, sticking his hand out.

“Yujin,” she said with a shy smile. She was pretty, he noticed. She wasn’t drop dead gorgeous but Baekhyun found her attractive. Her hair was cut short, into a bob, and she had bangs that stopped just at her eyebrows.

“Hey, Baekhyun,” said Chanyeol. “You remember Eunji, right?”

“Yeah,” Baekhyun said, turning to her. “How have you been?”

“Taking it one day at a time,” she said. “I’m so relieved it’s the weekend. One of my team members quit recently and we have so much work to do, I’m going to die.”

Yujin said, “Yeah I can understand. My work has been so stressful, too.”

Baekhyun said, “Where do you work?”

“I work at Woori Bank as an executive assistant to the CFO,” she explained. “He’s out of town for business so things have been a little crazy this week. I’m hoping he doesn’t call me at all this weekend.”

“I hope you have a stress free weekend,” said Baekhyun.

“Me too.”

Dinner went smoothly. They ate until they were stuffed and drank a good deal. The conversation among the group of four had been pretty good. Yujin was a nice woman but Baekhyun didn’t think there was much of a spark between them. She was an attractive girl and even had some qualities he was sure that other people would like. But the reality was that she had pretty much nothing in common with him. And he certainly couldn’t see himself even going out with her on a date with just the two of them. They’d have nothing to talk about.

As Chanyeol and Baekhyun took care of the check, Eunji and Yujin went to the bathroom to reapply their lipstick after dinner. Chanyeol said, “So what do you think?”

Baekhyun shook his head. “She’s sweet but she’s not my type at all.”

“Ah, really?”

“Nope.”

“I thought maybe it could work out between you two.”

“I think we’d be better off as friends, honestly. If we all go out to dinner, it’s fine but I don’t think we should go further than that.”

Before he could add any additional reasons, the girls returned from the bathroom.

Eunji sat down and linked arms with Chanyeol. “Babe, can we try that dessert place I saw on tiktok? It’s nearby!”

Chanyeol shot his friend an uncomfortable look and asked, “What should we do?” with his eyes.

And before Baekhyun could try to make up an excuse as to why he was going to leave, Yujin said, “I love desserts. Let’s get something good.”

And with neither man wanting to say no, Baekhyun was thrown into a second part of a date that he wasn’t exactly interested in.

You heard the door of the cafe open and you rolled your eyes. The cafe closed in thirty minutes and you’d been hoping to wrap things up early tonight. The group that you thought would be the last had just left. However, as the group of four came in, you prayed to God that they were planning on getting to go orders.

Your prayers weren’t answered, you realized, as you watched them sit down at the table you’d just cleaned. Your coworker, Jihwan, giggled as he came into the kitchen. “Remind me to make a sign that says to go orders only.”

You laughed. “Guess I’ll go take their order. The sooner we get them their dessert, the sooner we can get them out of here and go home.”

“I’ll start prepping. Odds are one of them wants the sugar honey toast.”

With a sigh and a smile that wasn’t so genuine, you went out with your iPad. “Hi, welcome to Sugar Honey Ice Cream. What would you like to order?”

“We’ll split an order of sugar honey toast. Thanks.”

“A taro ice cream sundae for me, please. Do you want to split it, Baekhyun?”

“I’ll just taste a little,” the man called Baekhyun said. “I’m still pretty full.”

The other man at the table said, “I’ll take a honey latte, also.”

And with a nod, you were on your way to help with the orders in the kitchen.

As you prepared the desserts, you said, “That guy is kinda cute.”

“Which one?”

“The shorter guy with the black hair. Too bad it looks like they’re on a double date. Although it looks like she’s more interested than he is…”

“That must suck,” Jihwan said. “Imagine being on a date like that…”

“Yeah,” you said, “no thanks.”

Baekhyun had never been more ready to go than he was now. The taro ice cream was amazing and he didn’t mind splitting it with Yujin but he was sure it would’ve tasted better sharing it with someone he was actually interested in. Chanyeol cast him apologetic looks for the duration of the dessert whenever the girls weren’t looking.

It wasn’t the worst date ever but it wasn’t the most ideal situation. He hated it because Yujin was genuinely nice and he didn’t want to hurt her feelings, especially since she had apparently texted Chanyeol saying that she’d love a second date. The last thing on the list of things Baekhyun wanted was a second date. He’d figure out how to let her down later but right now he wanted nothing more than to go back home or even meet up with other friends.

After the waiter took their dishes, Baekhyun excused himself from the table to use the bathroom. On his way out and around the corner, he almost bumped into the woman that took their order.

“I’m so sorry,” Baekhyun said. “I didn’t see you coming.”

“It’s okay. Neither one of us got hurt, right?”

Baekhyun chuckled before heading back toward the table. He took his seat. Chanyeol said, “I think we’re gonna head out.”

Eunji said, “Yeah, I’m kind of tired. We can drop you off, Yujin. Chanyeol’s driving.”

Yujin nodded. “Are you coming, too, Baekhyun? I’m pretty tired, too.”

He shook his head. “You guys can go ahead. I live in the opposite direction and I think I’m going to get a milkshake to go. Next time we should go to dinner and karaoke?”

Yujin smiled as the four of them got out of the booth. Baekhyun gave her a hug and said, “See you later. I’ll text you later.” She nodded and headed out with Chanyeol and Eunji after Baekhyun offered his goodbyes.

Baekhyun let out a sigh of relief as everyone left. As you noticed he was alone, you walked over toward the table. “Are you okay? Did you want to order something else? The kitchen is technically closed but I can make something quick.”

Baekhyun slid his credit card toward you. “Could I just have a vanilla ice cream with honey drizzle? And also, if you want something too I’d be happy to buy it for you.”

“You’re sweet. Thank you. I’ll have the same thing,” you said.

In a few minutes, Baekhyun was sitting across from you at the counter. He watched you as you cleaned the counters. You were really pretty. For a reason he couldn’t quite put his finger on, he felt drawn to you.

“You don’t wanna take that home?” you asked.

“Why do you ask?”

“I mean it’s a Saturday night and, I don’t know, I guess most people wouldn’t choose to sit in the dessert shop with the staff?”

He smirked. “I’m not most people. Plus, I’m talking to a really pretty girl right now.”

You smiled, putting your head down so that Baekhyun couldn’t see. “Thanks.”

Baekhyun took a scoop of his ice cream, smiling to himself. He thought your sudden shyness was cute. “I wanna get to know you a little better. Do you mind if I stay for a while?”

“Sure.”

Baekhyun had more fun with you in the thirty minutes you’d spent closing up shop than he’d had all night with Yujin. This was what it was like to get to know someone. This was what it was like to finally click with someone. He hadn’t felt these feelings in a long time and it felt refreshing. He wanted to talk to you more, beyond just tonight. He wanted to take you on a date, to wine and dine you and make you feel special.

You closed up shop and Baekhyun waited for you outside. You stood, shifting your weight from one leg to another. Baekhyun said, “So do you have plans for the night?”

“None,” you said, “unless you have plans for us…”

“That’s what I like to hear. Did you eat?”

“I could use some food.”

“I know a place,” he said, holding out his arm. And with no hesitation, you grabbed onto it.

Baekhyun was two drinks in and he was feeling more confident than before. He found himself staring at you longer than he should’ve been at times but either you didn’t notice or you didn’t mind the extra attention. Either way, he was fine with it.

He liked talking to you, genuinely. He’d had a couple deep conversations with you, about your passions, about art, about music. From what he’d gathered, you were more of a creative type. He liked that about you; if anything, it opened up doors and gave him ideas for the kinds of dates he wanted to take you on. And, thankfully, you’d said that you were interested in getting to know him too.

Baekhyun had learned so much about you. He knew what your favorite color was and where you went to school and what kind of books you enjoyed. He learned about your favorite foods and you even talked a little bit about your family. He learned that the dessert shop was your older sister’s and that you were covering for one of the staff members that had called out sick. Baekhyun was grateful for that because if that person wasn’t sick, they might not have met in the first place. And, with the way things were going, Baekhyun couldn’t stand the thought. You were everything he would look for in a woman and he didn’t want to miss out on that.

“Weren’t you on a date earlier?” you asked suddenly.

Baekhyun chuckled, taking a sip from his glass. “My friend convinced me to go on a double date with one of his friends but, honestly, I don’t like her like that.”

You stirred your drink with the little red straw they provided in your mojito. And you looked up at Baekhyun, who met your eyes. “So what about me? Do you like me like that?”

“Of course. She wasn’t my type...but you are.”

“You’ve been complimenting me all night,” you said, biting your lip.

Seeing that made Baekhyun’s body heat up. The last thing he needed was to get hard in this bar right now. But he was so attracted to you, it was driving me crazy. He said, “Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

Baekhyun couldn’t stand this sexual tension. He wanted to take you on dates and treat you like a princess but, at the same time, he wanted to take you home and rip off all your clothes. Baekhyun hadn’t felt this turned on in a while.

He said, “Biting your lip.”

You caught on, smirking. You decided to play along. Baekhyun seemed like a decent guy and you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t interested in potentially taking things further with him. And by further you didn’t mean a date. By taking things further, you absolutely meant to get him in bed. “And if I don’t?”

“Then you’re going to make things hard for me.”

“Literally, huh?” You had the audacity to wink at him.

Baekhyun sighed. You were being such a tease all of a sudden. He knew that you knew exactly what you were doing. And clearly you were having a good time doing it. “Yes.”

You bit your lip one more time, tugging the bottom lip with your teeth. “Do you live nearby?”

Baekhyun pulled you into his apartment and shut the door. He had kept his composure and hadn’t touched you in all the ways he wanted to in the taxi ride over. They’d had normal conversations, which he enjoyed. It was a much better option than feeling each other up in the taxi, giving him a boner he’d have difficulty hiding.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, taking each other in. Baekhyun was undressing you with his eyes and you did the same. You were more of the relationship type and rarely slept around but, for some reason, you wanted to be a complete slut for this man.

Baekhyun stepped toward you, looking you in your eyes. He wrapped his hands around your waist, pulling you close. In turn, you wrapped your arms around the nape of his neck. And Baekhyun leaned down and kissed you. He could taste you; he could taste the liquor on your tongue and he could taste the gloss on your lips. He could smell you, the scent of your floral perfume enveloping him in the best way. He wanted to taste every inch of you.

The two of you stared into each others’ eyes when he pulled away. You raised your eyebrows as you realized how intense his gaze was.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, taking your hand in his.

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“I don’t want you to think that sex is all I want from you. I do want to take you on that date. And if everything works out, I would like to date you.” You didn’t say anything for a moment. It was probably the liquor delaying your response a bit. “Was that too much?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m sorry. I’m fine with what you said. I mean, I appreciate your honesty. Most guys give you the run around and never tell you what their intentions are.”

Baekhyun smiled. “Good thing I’m not like most guys.”

You took off your jacket and placed it on the closest door. “It’s okay if we skip the first step.”

Baekhyun’s lips were back on yours before you knew it. He wanted to absolutely ravish you. It’d been so long since he felt this...crazy. He needed you badly. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around him as he carried you into his bedroom. He placed you on the bed gently and tossed his own jacket to the floor. The two of you quickly started undressing each other, eager to see each other’s naked bodies.

You were so beautiful and he wanted to kiss every part of you. He wanted to know what turned you on, what made you tick. Every time your body shivered or jerked, Baekhyun’s dick jumped in his boxers. As he played with your nipples, he heard soft moans that drove him crazy. You helped Baekhyun out of his clothes and before you knew it, you were both fully naked.

“Fuck,” he mumbled, staring at your body. “You’re so perfect.” He licked his fingers and brought them to your clit. Your lips parted and made an “O” shape as he finally made contact with the spot that you’d been dying for him to touch this whole time. He rubbed your clit in small, teasing circles that drove you absolutely insane. He wasn’t putting in as much effort as he could’ve been, yet he was driving you this crazy? Baekhyun smirked; he loved having this much power over you. He loved being able to make your body shake.

“When’s the last time you’ve been touched like this?”

“Never,” you said, gasping for breath. “Baekhyun, please…”

“Tell me what you need.”

“I need you inside me.”

“Are you sure? I didn’t even get to taste you yet…”

“Please…”

Baekhyun couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that you didn’t want him to eat you out but he supposed he’d just do as you asked. Seeing you this desperate turned you on but Baekhyun at least needed a quick taste. He rolled on a condom and got down on his knees. He licked up and down your clit, just for a moment. Baekhyun loved the way you tasted, sweet like honey. And you seemed to be gushing already.

You were ready for him. You said nothing when he stopped and removed his fingers, still more desperate for penetration than anything else.

Baekhyun climbed on top of you and kissed you. He plunged into your wetness slowly. The tease was agonizing for you; you needed him and you needed him now. You wrapped your legs around him and pushed him in further.

“So impatient,” he whispered into your ear, thrusting into you deep. You choked on your moan as you felt him pushing deep inside you.

You let out a moan with each stroke. It had been a while since you’d felt penetration outside of your own toys at home. This felt great, perfect. You could feel every inch of him inside you. You wrapped your arms around him, your bodies pressed perfectly against each other. Baekhyun was in complete bliss right now. And you could tell by his heavy breathing and occasional grunts.

He pulled away from you, leaving you on your back. He put your legs over his shoulders and started pounding you, sending you into a frenzy of moans that couldn’t be held back so easily. Baekhyun could tell that you’d been holding back and that you were quite loud in bed. He, of course, didn’t mind. He pulled your body into his, hitting your sweet spot over and over again.

“Baekhyun…”

“Fuck,” he said. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“Cum for me.”

“Ride me,” he said, pulling out.

You bit your lip as Baekhyun laid on his back. He propped himself up on the pillows as you got on top of him. “That’s it. Sit on your throne, baby.”

Hearing him say that turned you on. You wanted to drive him as crazy as he was making you. You sank onto him and bounced on his dick, nice and slow. He filled you up so nicely, you thought, as you sat down on his dick as far as it could go.

Baekhyun gasped as you started bouncing up and down on him, harder, faster. If this was how sex with you always was, he wanted it—he wanted you. You were absolutely gorgeous and he loved seeing you on top of him in such a vulnerable state. He loved the sexy faces you were making and the way you were moaning and the way your tits bounced in his face. You could feel yourself getting close. His dick was hitting your g-spot, over and over again. The buildup left you speechless and you found yourself biting your lips.

“Come here…” Baekhyun pulled you closer, unable to stand it much longer. While he enjoyed having a break from having to move his hips, he still wanted to pound you. Your lips found each other and soon after, so did your tongues. His tongue swiped back and forth on yours as you made the transition. He pulled away and grabbed onto your hips to pound your pussy. Your moans became louder and louder until you came on his dick. He could feel your pussy pulsing through the condom and that was all it took for all of Baekhyun’s cum to start filling the condom. He grunted and groaned in your ear as he came undone into the condom.

As the two of you recovered from the passionate sex session, he started kissing you. A moment later you rolled off of him and laid there, your head on his chest, and his arms around you. Baekhyun laid there with you, for several minutes and in silence. It wasn’t an awkward silence; there was something peaceful about it. He loved just being in your presence.

Baekhyun rolled the condom off and got up to toss it in the trash. He got back on the bed with you, rolling onto his side. “Please tell me you’re not planning on leaving me tonight.”

You smiled. “I can stay.”

“Do you have plans tomorrow?”

“Nothing planned.”

“Good,” he said, planting a kiss on your forehead, “because I already have the day planned for us in my head.”

FIN.

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spacequokka · 2 years

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EXO Masterlist

OT9

Say My Name [S/F/A] - 24.5k, Ongoing - You didn’t think hiding Baekhyun’s orange juice would lead to being the center of the group’s attention. Now you get to see firsthand the desire they’ve hidden for you since day one. “Call me Bacon one more time. Let’s see what happens.”

EXO as Rich Kids - 8.3k, Ongoing - A collection of CEO!EXO drabbles based on a crack post.

Minseok/Xiumin

Zodiac Bias: Aries [F] - 0.9k - You’re finally ready for your first session with a personal trainer.

Junmyeon/Suho

Page 162 [F]

Yixing/Lay

Page 172 [F]

Baekhyun

Moon Rise [S] - 3.4k - Baekhyun reaches his breaking point with you.

For Me [F/S] - 13.9k, Complete - When your best friend asks you over to his place for dinner, you see this as your chance to make your feelings known. But what to wear? You drag him with you to pick out a dress sure to drive him up the wall.

One | Two | Three

Jongdae/Chen

Page 41 [F]

Chanyeol

Page 187

Kyungsoo/D.O

That’s Okay [F] - 1.2k, Request - How can you kiss the male lead of your first major drama if he hates you?

Jongin/Kai

Private Dance [S/T] - 3.3k - Kai was more than competent - he’d taken out those who’d previously filled your position within hours of them signing their contract. No one wanted to take the job because it was cursed by a “demon.”

Page 164 [T]

Sehun

Page 104 [S]

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jxstadaydreamer · 2 years

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oppa's good girl 🔞

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x F.Reader Genre: Smut Word count: 930

Summary: Chanyeol wants to play and he can't wait for you to wake up.

Warnings: (Consented but not discussed) somnophilia, oppa kink, explicit sex, hair pulling, choking, degradation (he calls you 'slut' (1) time), rough sex, slight dom/sub themes. Please tell me if there's anything else you think should be mentioned!

Author's Note: So this Chanyeol is not the type I usually write but I was blessed with a clip of X-Chanyeol saying "you should call me oppa" and it did things. Please don't read if anything mentioned in the warnings makes you uncomfortable!

Chanyeol had just stepped out of the shower, quickly patting himself dry with a towel before loosely wrapping it around his hips. He admired himself in the mirror for a few moments while drying his hair before making his way back to the bedroom. The door quietly swung open as he leaned across the frame and admired the view.

You were still asleep but had shifted positions, no longer being covered by the blanket. Facing away from him, you had kicked the covers off and bunched it up to mimic his body size, one arm and leg thrown over the top as you nuzzled your face into his pillow. Your hair a crazy mess behind you, leaving your beautiful neck on display. Blooming hues of pinks, purples and blues.

Your body was dressed in one of his white t-shirts that he had slipped onto you after last night's activities because you refused to get dressed, insisting you were fine in the nude. Which of course, you were, by all means you were fine naked but he didn’t want you to get sick. He smiled at the memory as his eyes travelled down your body.

As memories from the previous night flashed across his mind, his cock twitched as he felt all his blood rushing down there again. The way you let him have his way with you, bending and twisting your tiny body however he wanted, so eager to please him. Your body convulsing underneath his as you mewled, whined and moaned through each orgasm. The desperate look in your eyes as you begged for him to let you cum and the tears that streamed down your face from the intensity of the pleasure only he could give you.

He gently sat on the side of the bed as his fingertips lightly trailed up the length of your legs, grazing the warm skin of your thighs, giving your ass an appreciative rub before squeezing and kneading the plump flesh. He’d always been an ass guy and you just happened to have his favourite. You mewled in your sleep, always responsive to his touch even in your unconscious and he loved it. He leant forward, holding his weight on free arm as he fanned his hot breath over the skin of your neck, causing you to whimper and tilt your head the other way to allow him more access to give you what he knew you really wanted. He smirked and licked a stripe up your jaw, sloppily kissing his way to that specific spot behind your ear.

Chanyeol slowly adjusted his body so that he was now essentially straddling the backs of your thighs. His hand moved from your ass and gently lifted your hips up, sliding towards your folds and he groaned when he realised just how wet you had gotten with his minor ministrations on your still unconscious body. Continuing his assault on your already bruised neck, he pulled his towel off and reached for his cock, pumping it as he ran it up and down your wetness. He coated himself in your slick before pushing inside you, moaning at the way your cunt welcomed his return.

Once he was fully sheathed within you, he pulled out and gave you a few slow and deep strokes as he could feel you waking up, your moaning becoming louder and louder.

“O-Oppa?” you rasped, rubbing your eyes sleepily.

“Wake up, baby, Oppa wants to play.” he spoke lowly into your ear, chuckling at your cute little actions as you woke.

You turned your head to kiss him and he indulged you, slipping his tongue in your mouth and swallowing the whimpers you were trying to release as his hips picked up the pace.

“Harder, Oppa, harder please.” you cried into his mouth.

He growled and sat back up on his knees, pulling your hips up and spreading your legs, adjusting himself so he was comfortably in between your thighs. Shoving your face into the pillow as his hips began pounding into you animalistically, almost demonically, grunting with each snap.

Pulling you up by your hair and adjusting his hold to circle your neck as he held you against himself, other hand keeping your hips in place as his own drove his hard cock into yours.

“Is this what you wanted? Hm? Needy little slut.” he growled into your ear as he tightened his hold on your throat.

“Fuck, I can feel you, baby. I can feel you squeezing me. Gonna fucking cum for me? Hm? Gonna cum on Oppa’s cock?” he panted as he bit down on your shoulder.

“Y-yes, yes Oppa. Feels so good.”

“Then cum for me. Cum right now.”

He pinched your nipples as he drilled his cock into your needy cunt. Throwing his head back and groaning as you cried out and your walls pulsated around his cock.

Your body limply fell forward as the high crashed over and his strong arms easily flipped you over, quickly moving up your body and stroking himself to completion. His hot cum spurting over your face and almost like a natural body function, your mouth opened and tongue stuck out to try and catch what you could.

Chanyeol groaned, squeezing out his last drops before looking down and seeing the fucked out look on your face, cooing at the way you had obediently opened your mouth even without his instruction.

“Always such a good girl for Oppa.” he spoke softly as he chuckled and collected the remnants of his cum around your face and pushed it into your mouth.

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serenity-lattes · 2 years

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I don't know if you'll accept this but a Sehun request. Injured one time from dance practice. Keeps coming back, however, to the hospital to talk to the doctor who nursed him back 'cause he got infatuated/flirty with her but she's a sort of 'asshole' to him. Something like, "Keep coming back here and I'll personally break your bones". But bam! She soon softens towards him. Ignore this if it's too much. Thanks!

Oh my lord, I love this request. Thank you for sending it in! Because we all know one thing Oh Sehun is and it’s a Drama King. Hope this does your idea justice!

Love,

Serenity

Tender Loving Care

Pairing: Sehun x Doctor!Reader

Warnings: Head injury, hospital, basic medical exams, mention of over the counter medication, Sehun is an idiot, lots of sarcasm and dialogue

Word Count: 1905

A/N: I probably spent too much time researching what an actual doctor would do during these exams, don’t mind me.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, play the music, hyung.”

In hindsight, those could have been famous last words. One stubborn man and one slight mistake led to a nasty fall and a trip to the hospital. Sehun insisted he was fine, but of course, management wanted a clear bill of health from a doctor first before allowing him back in the practice room.

Registration thankfully didn’t take too long, and he was escorted back to an exam room with his manager, Sungkyu. A nurse came around and checked his vitals, then disappeared back into the hallway. Sure, he had a headache and was nursing it with an ice pack, but it was cold in the exam room, and he just wanted to be on his merry way.

Soon enough the curtain was sliding to the side with a screech, “Good afternoon, I’m Doctor L/N, I’ll be treating you today,” you entered the room, quickly reading over the chart, “Well, your vitals are all normal, so that’s a good start. Why don’t you tell me what happened?”

Sehun sighed and continued holding the ice pack against his head as he recounted his accident. He didn’t see the big need to be here, but who was he to argue with his manager?

“Not the most outrageous story I’ve heard in the emergency room,” you chuckle, “Did you pass out or are you currently dizzy?”

“What does it matter? I just want you to tell my manager that I’m fine so I can go back to practice,” he snapped, pulling the ice pack away, eyes widening as he actually got a look at you. He hasn’t expected such eyes, so soft and caring. “Sorry, that was rude and uncalled for. Um. No, I didn’t get dizzy or black out.”

With a nod, you pull a pen light out of your pocket and click it on, “Right. Look here at my nose,” you said, shining the light in the sides of his eyes, “Your pupils are the same size, round, and reactive. That’s good. Now follow my finger.”

You move your finger in a series of motions, watching his eyes to make sure he is tracking movement alright. And he does.

“Good, now touch your nose,” he does so, and you hold your pointer finger out, “touch my finger.”

Sehun smirks, “if you wanted to hold my hand, all you had to do was ask,” but still does what was asked of him.

“Funny. But no,” you arched a brow and added some notes to his chart. Your once soft and caring gaze was now clinical, completely professional. “Well, Mister Oh, you don’t show any signs of a concussion, which is great news. Take ibuprofen for any headaches, use an ice pack as needed, and take it easy for the next few days. Feel better soon, I’ll send in someone with discharge papers.”

With that, you walked out, ready to tend to the next patient. Sungkyu arched an eyebrow, glancing back to make sure you were well out of ear shot.

“The secondhand embarrassment I just got from watching you, man. I think I need to preorder my casket.”

“Shut up.”

Three days after the incident, you had almost forgotten it. Almost. That was until your charge nurse was handing you a medical chart, with a vague explanation of the situation. You glanced over the chart and narrowed your eyes, reading one familiar name.

Oh Sehun.

He was back in the emergency room already? How?

You made your way to the examination room and rapped at the door with a knuckle before entering.

“Good morning, Mister Oh, so sorry to see you back so soon,” you greeted him, “my nurse said you fell again?”

He chuckled and shook his head, “I’m a dancer and apparently very clumsy this week. This time it was my wrist,” he explained, loosely gesturing to it with the opposite hand.

Klutz.

Quickly washing your hands, you made your way over to Sehun’s bed side, wanting to get a look at it. There were so many little bones, ligaments, and tendons in the hand, it wasn’t something you wanted to leave sit if it was injured.

You gently took his hand in yours, careful to avoid putting any pressure on his wrist. He jumped slightly, startling you a bit.

“Sorry,” he glanced away, bashful, “Your hands are cold.”

“No, I’m sorry. They keep it so cold back here so combat bacteria growth,” you explained, returning your attention to his wrist, “So, there’s a ligament here called scapholunate. While it’s generally quite strong, it can get injured if you fall hard enough on it. But just superficially, there are no abrasions or contusions, so I doubt there’s a distal radius fracture or a carpal fracture.”

Sehun looked up at you with wide eyes, not listening to much of what you were saying. The medical jargon was going straight over his head. But he was interested in watching the way your eyelashes fanned over the tops of your cheeks, or the way your lips moved when you talked. He also loved the way that you scrunched your nose whilst examining him, testing his wrist motion with a series of small tests. It was impossible to hide the blush on his cheeks as you held his hand.

“See, I told you that you could hold my hand, doc.”

You looked up at him, just short of a glare, “I do believe it’s the medically necessary thing to do. Your wrist seems fine,” you stood up, letting him take his hand back as you made your way to the door, “I’m going to order you an x-ray just to check the bones.”

“I’ll let you keep looking at it, you’re much prettier than a machine.”

Obviously.

“Ah, but alas, I don’t have x-ray vision, so the machine will have to suffice.”

Forty-five minutes later, a folder of radiographic films was being handed to you. You pulled one out and held it up toward the lights, your suspicions confirmed, that there was in fact, not a fracture in Oh Sehun’s wrist. Not that you wished there was, of course.

Walking back into the room, you put the film onto the illuminator box, so that he could see. You pointed to each bone slowly so that he could follow along.

“This is your scaphoid, which is next to that ligament I was telling you about. All these little bones are your carpals, here is the radius and the ulna. While these are the easiest bones to break, all your bones are intact, there are no fractures. And based on the Watson test earlier, I’m also ruling out a sprain. Try to be more careful during your dance practices or invest in some bubble wrap.”

“Where’s the fun in bubble wrap when I have such a pretty doctor to check on me?”

“But the bubble wrap will enjoy your company more.”

You sat in the lounge, finally able to prop your feet up after standing and running around for the last six hours. The longer shifts were killer, and you were definitely indulging in a nice, hot bubble bath when you got home. Unfortunately, that would still be another four hours from now.

“Doctor L/N to nurses’ station, please. Doctor L/N to nurses’ station.”

Without fail.

With a groan, you heaved yourself back onto your feet and made your way through the various halls until you found the station.

“Can’t people stay healthy for one day? Just one is all I ask,” you groaned, running a hand down the side of your face, knowing everyone staffing tonight agreed with you.

“Sorry, Y/N, you were requested by the patient,” the nurse mused, handing over the latest chart.

You read it over, face morphing into an incredulous expression.

Oh Sehun? That’s the third time this week!

Flipping the file shut, you looked at the nurse incredulously. All she could do was laugh and give you a wink before turning on her heel to go do her rounds.

Just great.

“I see you didn’t take my bubble wrapping advice,” you droned, walking into his room. He actually had the audacity to beam like a child on Christmas morning. “So, what’s the problem today?”

“Funny you ask,” he chimed as you raised an eyebrow expectantly, “I have been having heart palpitations for the last week.”

While it wasn’t impossible for someone his age to have heart troubles, it wasn’t nearly as common. You washed your hands in the sink and pulled your stethoscope out from around your neck, putting the earpieces in.

“It’s gonna be cold,” you warned softly, slipping the chest piece under his shirt, pressing it to his heart, “deep breath for me.”

He was right. His heart was pounding. Perplexed, you pulled the stethoscope out and put them back around your neck.

“Your resting heart rate is still under 120, it’s in the range of normal, albeit slightly elevated” you informed him. It wasn’t uncommon for people to have heart palpitations, as an array of things can cause them. “When did you first notice the symptoms?”

Sehun paused for a moment, puckering his lips in thought, “Honestly, about six days ago.”

Six days ago? That was his first visit to the hospital.

“But especially so when I was here the second time.”

You narrowed your eyes, now completely lost, “Go on.”

He huffed, swinging his legs around to the side of the bed to face you properly, “See, six days ago, I came in for a head injury, and this really pretty doctor came in to check on me. Then I came in for to get my wrist checked out and this same doctor held my hand to make sure it was okay. And now, this same pretty doctor is here, and I can’t calm my heart.”

Your jaw dropped.

What?

Surely you hadn’t heard him correctly.

“I’m sorry, you- you what?”

There was no way.

“I swear,” you paused, holding up a finger as the situation was falling into place, “You faked two medical issues just to see me, wasting your company’s time and money, and my time that could have been focused on someone having a serious medical concern?”

Sehun held up his hands in surrender, a smile stretching across his face, “I didn’t fake anything. I did genuinely fall the first time. The second time, though, I might have facilitated a fall as an excuse to see you again. And this time, it might have been a step too far to ask you out on a date.”

Are you kidding me?

“A step?” you whisper yelled, god forbid anyone in the hall hear this conversation, “A step might have been the wrist. But this? Oh, my God. I will personally break your bones so that you have an actual medical emergency.”

A laugh bubbled from his chest as you put your hands on your hips, ready to scream at the utter nonsense. You must have accidentally stabbed yourself with the epi-pen from the last patient and this was all just a drug-induced dream.

“So… what time can I pick you up?”

“Bold of you to presume I’d allow that,” you turned on your heel to walk out, but stopped at the door, hiding the little smile on your face, “My shift ends at eight. Don’t be late.”

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byuntrash101 · 2 years

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The Heir

Pairing: Sub!Servant!Baekhyun x Dom!Queen!Reader

Genre: smut (ofc) Royalty!AU; Western Europe Renaissance Period

Tags: courthouse plotting, arranged mariage, overstimulation, dacryphilia, handjob, slight hand fetish, fingering (m), controlled orgasm (m), virginity loss (kinda?? idk), riding, fear play (very light, you really have to squint), breeding kink, unprotected sex, cheating, creampie, dirty talk, cum eating (there's a surprise with this one hehe)

Raiting: 18+

Word count: 4.5k

Summary: Desperate times call for desperate measures when your Kingdom still needs an heir.

credit: @imrouse-art

A/N: This one shot is inspired by this moodboard. Thank you @kjikaila for insipiring me! I had a lot of fun writing this. Especially the fingering 🤪🤪. Like the top in me is happy! haha also maybe listen to this before hand 😏😏-Cat 😸

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“Go arrange the Nuptial Chambers” The old King ordered around at the dozens of maids and valets present as they hurried themselves in and out of the Castle's dining room.

You just had finished supper and the sight of him still covered with sauce and half chewed pieces of food repulsed you. In fact, you almost didn’t eat anything. How could you when this bovine old man was sitting right across from you? And not even the grand hall with the tall ceilings and the tapisseries ornamented with gold and gemstones, not even the extravagant solid gold silverware, not even the delicate and most exquisite jewelry and the finest silks and textiles your were wearing, in short not anything beautiful you could lay your eyes on could take your mind away from the swine seated in front of you, at the end of the long table.

Saying that the King repelled you was an understatement. Why did you have to marry him? Because you were a woman? Because you needed to strengthen your political relationships with the neighboring country in order to not appear weak?

Nonsense.

Why couldn’t you just rule the kingdom your father left you in inheritance on your own? You knew you were very much capable of doing so. You were smart, brave and courageous. But the laws of the country were not prescribed in your favour. And unfortunately you couldn’t change them on your own, not as Queen Regent.

You were the strongest person in this court. And everyone there knew that much. Maybe except for the King himself, but he was just a foreigner. How could he possibly have known? But on time… he too, shall learn.

But it doesn’t matter, you think to yourself as you maintain perfectly courtlike composure and calm, putting etiquette above all else as always.

It doesn’t matter because it’s only a question of time before you can ensure your country appears strong and tenacious. The people will see you as their queen, as their leader. The neighbouring countries will see you either as a powerful ally or a fearsome and serious threat.

Once you will have secured a rightful heir to the throne.

A strong descendant who will have your blood running through their veins… and you won't need this joke of a king anymore. You’ll send this pig where he belongs, to rot in the filthy gutters, as far away from your chambers as possible, preferably six feet under.

“My Queen, you haven’t eaten anything!” The disgusting man stated while finally setting down a gnawed duck leg bone. “You must not miss any meal if you want to bear strong and healthy children that will prove to be suited heirs to the throne. And I demand many of them.” The King laughed out loud, showing mushed up food in his rotten mouth. You wanted to vomit.

“My beloved King” you took the smoothest of voice. “I wish for the marriage to be consummated tonight. I need to retain some flexibility and agility, thus less duck legs and fatty sauce are best” Your statement darkened his gaze and spreaded a lubricious smirk on his stained and greasy lips.

“You are right, my beloved!” he declared loudly, gesturing to the valets to clear the table. “Maid, prepare me a bath! I have sweat profusely under this unnecessary gaudy attire all day”. He said, very gallantly referring to his wedding suit.

Even if the said apparel was made by the most skilled tailor of the kingdom, no fine textile or golden lining could save the ungentlemanliness of this man. Even cladded in the most expensive suit he still looked like an unfit jester, passing himself as a king. And for as long as he was sitting on the throne, your kingdom would look like a circus.

“I will attend myself that the Nuptial Chambers are well suited for the consummation of our union, Your Majesty.'' you said while gently wiping the corners of your mouth.

“Yes! I don’t want these imbeciles disorganizing the room where my beloved Queen and I will conceive a sturdy boy to sit on the throne after me.” He threw a somber gaze at the servants. The mere, but very concrete and chronologically very close, concept of having to have any physical touches with this swine, this joke of a king made you shudder.

You bowed your head respectfully and headed out but before leaving you turned around and let your gaze sweep the army of maids and valets standing still, their heads lowered, waiting to receive orders. These were your people, people you grew up with that served your family, your kingdom, your country. This so-called king was as much of a stranger to them as he was to you.

“You” you designated with a finger one of the valets. The boy around your age lifted his gaze very carefully, fearing to cross your eyes, that was standard protocol for an interaction between a queen and her valet. “Come help me with the preparations.”

The valet fixed his gaze back on his feet at once and rushed to your side.

“My Queen, don’t you want one of the maids to help you with such womanly matters?” the King questioned. Even the simple sound of his voice made you grit your teeth. As you shifted your face to look at him, you took advantage of that time to change your expression to a less miffed and warmer one.

“I think this one is absolutely suitable for the task. He has been here almost since birth.” It’s true the boy entered the castle as your late father was coming back from war past the big plains of Europe into the distant lands of Indochina. He was an orphaned and starved little boy your warlord father found on the rough roads; far beyond the Caucasus mountains. He brought the boy back as a gift to you, his only -and lonely- daughter, to have a friend to play with. The boy was barely even old enough to be able to form words back then but still he was old enough to know his name. Baekhyun. Baekhyun from the country of Silla. A very special gift from your father.

As you got older Baekhyun took his place as your favorite valet. Thz both of you still hold a very special relationship.

“Besides, his hands are as delicate as those of a woman” with that you took the hands of the valet and displayed them to your husband.

“Huh!” he exclaims, almost impressed at such delicacy of the boy's long and slender fingers, his palms are soft as the finest silk, like he never had to do manual labor. “Fine. So be it”.

“Come” you said as you left and walked up your way on the grand staircase of the hall up into the Nuptial Chambers, closely followed by Baekhyun, walking behind and thus diligently respecting the etiquette.

When you pushed in the grand and sculpted doors, three maids were already busy with changing the royal bed with more refined bedding.

“Thank you, I will take care of the rest” you softly said. “Oh! and when the King comes, bring me the elixir I requested from the kitchen” you told one of the maids before dismissing them with a motion of the wrist.

When they were finally gone you dropped your shoulders in relief of being finally in privacy.

“Baekhyun…” you started tracing your hand over the deep burgundy silk sheets. The soft feeling at your fingertips running goosebumps on your arm. “Do you think this bed is fitted for a King?” you turned your gaze to him to which he responded by immediately averting his.

“Most certainly, Your Royal Highness” he responds promptly.

“How would you know if you didn’t even touch it?” you asked, mischief underlining your voice. Baekhyun lifted his eyes once again and carefully approached the bed. He ran his own hands where yours once were, touching the slik for himself.

“The bedding seems appropr-” when he turned to you you pushed him, making him tumble down and laying flat on his back. Baekhyun looked dumbfounded on the bed, looking around like a lost puppy.

With astonishing ease you slipped out of the heavy and puffed out ceremony dress. Being left with your corset and lace underwear only. Baekhyun tried to sit back up but you pressed a firm hand on his thigh.

“No. Stay” you said sternly so he laid back down, obediently.

“Your Grace” he whispered in a short breath when his eyes trailed your body. Even though he had seen it a hundred times, seeing you would always make him miserably excited. It was always fun playing around with him and having your way with him. Afterall, Baekhyun was a gift to you. He was quite literally, your property and your most favourite toy.

You love the way he whimpers when you pull on the waistband of his commoner’s pants. bring them past his knees alongside his underpants. As you expected the naughty little servant boy is already hardening as he knows damn well what's about to come. He is used to serving you. In every way, shape or form.

“Oh!” you exclaim when the lively and swollen appendix springs free infront of your face. “Aren’t we excited?” you say tracing the outline of his cock with a finger running up the shaft and teasing the little slit on top.

Baekhyun wiggles underneath you.

“Your Highness, please” he begs looking back up at you.

“Please what?” you ask, a knowing smile pulling on your cheeks while you tease the swollen head even further. Baekhyun bites his lips and bucks his hips up.

“What if the King comes?” He asks, his eyes dashing between you and the grand door of the bedroom. You chuckle while you firmly wrap your hand around the girthy member, earning a strangled moan from the servant boy.

“So you suggest I should stop?” you ask while jerking his cock between your fingers, firmly gripping it. Baehyun looks up at you but he doesn’t say anything. “Should I?” you ask again your tone becomes cold.

“NO!” he finally breathes out, fisting the sheets between his delicate slender fingers. “Please! Your Highness don’t stop” his breath is short and his cheeks and neck are already taking on a reddish hue, sweat is dripping down the side of temples, dampening the locks of chestnut brown hair. Pleasure and fear is distorting the beautiful features of his face. But soon you stop anyway, going against Baekhyun’s wish.

Baekhyun lets out a disappointed grunt as he feels the pleasure gradually lessen. Your eyes light up with mischief when you spot the glistening pearl of precum at the slit of the swollen tip.

You rip off completely the clothes that were resting past his knees and throw them on the ground, and reserve the same treatment to what the clothes that covered his top half, rendering the obedient servant utterly naked. There was something so empowering to have this man nude as you stared down at him still clothed.

You gently push on Baekhyun’s soft thigh to which he responds by obediently spreading his legs, completely exposing himself to your hungry gaze. You can’t help but to smile thinking that you taught him really well. Even if it’s not the first time he is still as nervous, his heart is beating flush against his ribs and resonating in his ears.

“So, you want me to continue, I take?” you ask as you wrap your hand around his balls and give them a light squeeze, he jumps at the tight feeling around his sensitive area.

“Yes” he huffs “My Queen, please” his voice is needy as he eyes down your hand on him. Your hand leaves his balls and he can’t help but to whine again at the loss of contact. You bring your palm to your mouth to spit in it and soon you return to envelop the base of his shaft. The reaction is immediate. Baekhyun rolls his eyes back and bucks his hips in your hand, desperately seeking some friction. Your hand glides from the base to the head. You rub your palm in slow and teasing circles on his tip to mix your spit with his precum. You glaze your hand all over the very sensitive head.

Baekhyun grits his teeth until overstimulation got him whining and trying to escape your merciless touches. But you continue your torment, only jerking off the tip. Baekhyun has more and more trouble keeping his voice down so you decide to help him by shoving your other hand into his mouth.

He happily welcomes your digits as a way of distracting himself from the dire pleasure that is viciously inflicted on his sensitive cock. He licks around your fingers, sucks on them, plays with them inside his mouth, bobs his head on them. Anything that can take off his mind of the overwhelming teasing of your hand. And soon he’s able to quiet down.

“Good boy” you praise him before you take back your fingers, his eager lips around them produce a lewd popping sound. And you bring your lubricated fingers to his exposed ass, outlining his rim.

Like a well behaved little puppy his legs fly open, knees bent and feet on the mattress nice and spread out, aiding your finger to access and slip inside him smoothly. Slowly you push one finger earning a whimper from the boy. Right after you push in a second one. You look over at him, he’s the most adorable little mess you’ve ever seen, his hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes made watery with overstimulation, his jaw hanging open and his eyebrows knitted in neediness. He’s just so dainty.

As soon as your fingers reach their aim, deep inside him, right onto his sensitive spot, you feel each one of the rings in ass constricting your fingers in a tight grip.

“Hmmm. You’re so tight” you praise him again as you start pumping your fingers in and out; your other hand jerking him off a little faster.

“T-Thank you, Y-Your Highness” he stutters, struggling to keep up with his words he opts for minimalistic sentences.

You quicken your pace again, this time Baekhyun’s back arches on the bed while he takes a sharp breath.

“Does that feel good my sweet boy?” you softly ask, looking fondly at him, as he’s about to come undone at any second.

“Y-yes it does!” he says in a strangled breath. “It feels so good” he pathetically bucks his hips, hoping to thrust inside your fist around his cock and bounce his ass on the two fingers of your other hand, perfectly syncing with your rhythm.

“Do you deserve this, my baby?” you ask, wicked smirk pulling at your lips.

“Nooo” he whines, tears finally spilling out his eyes. “I don’t… I… aaaah… don’t deserve this Your Grace”

“That’s right you don’t” you go even faster, you feel his grip around your finger tighten everytime they hit straight on his prostate and his dick starts to twitch between your fingers.

“I’m only a peasant and you're a queen, Your Royal highness” he moans underneath you, as his eyes roll to the back of his head, bliss painted all over his beautiful and delicate features.

Normally you would let him cum right there. You would have played satisfactorily with your toy. That was all you loved and needed: to make him needy, covered in sweat, tears and cum. Pathetically thrusting in your hand, while his split open and orgasming little hole blink at you, and he makes a fool out of himself blurting out everything and anything just to earn this high from you, just for this permission to have his relief at the end of your royal fingers and at the expense of his pride and dignity.

That was what you liked the most. Breaking your favourite toy just for the pleasure of fixing him back and destroying him again. Slowly chipping at his sanity with every orgasm.

But this time you didn’t. You didn’t let him finish. Because even if you didn’t see the point in informing your servant prior to your little game you figured earlier today, during the wedding ceremony that Baekhyun was going to be the one giving you the heir you so desperately need. Afterall, you are the true and legitimate ruler of this kingdom and you will choose who you conceive a child with. And quite frankly you would much rather your son have the innate grace and delicacy of Baekhyun rather than the abruptness and the balding ugly head of the King.

So it’s decided.

Words can not describe the utter and ultimate feeling of disappointment and frustration that takes over Baekhyun the moment you let go of his cock and pull your fingers out of his needy, twitching and agape hole. Actually words are unnecessary because the feelings are plastered all over his cute red face, his eyes shoot open and he bites down his lips while he whimpers and whines, twitching cock weeping precum and throbbing on his toned stomach.

But the anticipation is short lived because you waste no more time, you slide down your lace underwear to your ankles and kick them off your feet, leaving you in only your corset, hoisting your breasts up on your chest, making them appear fuller.

You straddle Baekhyun and align his sensitive cock with your warm and drenched entrance.

“Your Highness?” Baekhyun hurriedly asks, panic swimming in his brown orbs as he watches you pump his length between your fingers a couple of times. “What are you doin-”

He cuts himself off with a loud and throaty moan, a low grunt that perfectly relates the absolute joy he feels once he’s fully inside of you.

That is a pleasure he has never experienced. The pleasure of feeling you around him, filling you up as you did him so many times. On very rare and special occasions you would use his face and mouth to aid yourself to your peak and he knew this was already much more than any lowly servant like him can ever dream for. So he never even dared to dream to ever be inside of you like this. And the thought alone almost made him burst.

He couldn’t believe how warm you were andhow wet his pityful whimpers and moans made you and how fucking tight. He gritted his teeth, it was taking everything he had left to not spurt out his cum right then and here.

“You’re going to give your Queen an heir” you whisper, lifting your hips up, Baekhyun’s cock slowly being pulled out of you while he moans loudly underneath you.

“Your Royal Highness… Aaaah... I-I can’t” he protested between moans.

“Yes you will” you start moaning too as you increase the speed. You feel Baekhyun’s thighs stiffen underneath you as he sinks his head back into the soft mattress and silk sheets.

“I’m not worthy, Your Grace” he whines, pulling on the sheets, trying his hardest not to let his hands fly to your gorgeous thighs, and stopping your unforgiving rhythm.

“Come on babyboy” you moan out the pet name and Baekhyun’s eyes snap back to yours. He looks completely done for, eyes filled with need. Like every thrust of your hips brings him closer and closer to the end of it all. Like each spike of pleasure turns into agony, the painful pleasure of driving the edge of his release.

“Don’t you wish to be the father of a king?” you say smashing your hips with even more force, the lewd slick and wet noises of your sinful deeds bounce off every wall and seem to be amplified by the high ceilings.

The King?

Baekhyun muffles his own moans with the back of his hand, barely hanging on to the sanity he has left while his half closed eyes dart to the grand door.

“If the King walks in he will have me beheaded” the poor boy moans out, anxiety, anguish and pleasure perfectly blended together in the depths of his warm brown orbs. You start laughing.

“Aren't you willing to die for this pussy?” you start to hang on to your thrusts, slowing down to a painfully slow rhythm. Right then Baekhyun’s eyes snap back to you.

“Yes, Your Highness. I could die for your royal pussy” he huffs, eyebrows furrowed. You smirk with satisfaction upon hearing the servant boy slip out this improper word.

“Then, cum for me” you pick up the pace again, somehow managing to be even more brutal on him, smashing your hips back into his, bouncing his body off the soft and thick mattress. “Fill me up with you cum”. Baekhyun loses it at the sudden change of pace.

“Yes My Queen” he gladly oblige.

“Fill me up and impregnate me with an heir” you say as your legs start to shake, you too, also giving in to the pleasure, making yourself cum using your favourite little toy. Your orgasming cunt viciously squeezing Baekhyun's cock as he finally, finally cums. A remarkable amount of hot cum rushes inside you, Baekhyun’s cock pulsating inside you. While you also come undone, thighs shaking above him and gradually slowing down until the pleasure wears off and you crash on his chest.

“You were great” you praised him after catching your breath for a few seconds, you brushed a strand of sweat soaked hair away from his eyes.

Baekhyun only nodded back to you, he was incapable of using words, he was completely dazed and exhausted. He wasn’t sure he remembered his name right now, let alone etiquette and protocol.

You wanted to praise him some more, remind him of how much of a perfect little angel he was for you and how good he made you feel but you heard a loud voice resonate from the hall.

The King was coming this way.

Your instinct kicking in you pushed Baekhyun off the bed and he rolled underneath it just in time before the doors were violently smashed open in a loud wallop.

“My Queen let us conceive this child” The King rudely declared. His words are tumbled up and slurred. He was visibly drunk. And you were just as visibly annoyed.

Heeling behind him was the maid holding a flask. Your mood lightened up when you wrapped your half naked body in the sheets and walked over to her to take the beverage from her hands. You dismissed the maid who hurried herself out, leaving you alone with the King, it wasn't’ for Baekhyun still hiding underneath the bed.

“So” the King let his heavy and porcine body sink onto the bed beside you as he placed his big hairy hand onto the covers you were still holding to hide yourself. “Let me see what you have underneath this”

But before he ripped the covers away from you stopped him.

“My beloved!” you shouted, “please allow me to offer you this potion I had made especially for you as a wedding gift” The King turned his appaling face to the small flask on the bedside table.

“What is this?” he took the small container in his coarse hands.

“It’s an aphrodisiac made with spices I had imported from Constantinople” a vile and distasteful smirk pulled on his lips. “I heard it’s supposed to multiply pleasure by a hundred” you continued. “It’s to insure my king is utmost satisfied with me even though I have no experience”

That was a lie, all of it. The fluid was only a powerful soporific and you had very much experience. You spent years experimenting with the male body. With Baekhyun you learned your fair share of information on how to make a man cum but it was nothing you wanted the King to benefit from.

Luckily the credulous King doesn’t question any of it and you don’t have to open your mouth a single time to sugar coat the lie before he opens his big vulgar mouth and downs the entire bottle.

Before you can even rejoice on this small victory the King wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and in the same motion rips the covers from your body. You shriek in surprise and jump to the headboard. Your corset is hiding most of your body but you still lay your hand over your unclothed sex, the last thing you want is for this disgusting pig to lay his small beady eyes on your most private parts.

“What do we have here?” The King says as he spots a small wet puddle on the silk bedding. “It appears My Queen has made herself nice and ready for her King” he says, lust making his voice deeper.

Then he crouches down and licks the small puddle, the thick white liquid sticks to his large tongue before it disappears into his mouth and down his throat.

You can't help but to smirk when you see this pig happily gulp down on the still warm cum Baekhyun filled you to the brim with a couple of minutes ago. It somehow feels like vengeance to see this drunk jester relish in it like it was your arousal for him. Like he could ever make you feel like this for him.

“Exactly your majesty nice and ready for you” you chuckle.

Within a few seconds later the King crashes into deep sumbler thanks to the potion and you are able to finally get Baekhyun out of the nuptial chambers without a single witness.

***

Nine months later you gave birth to a son. After hours of painful, difficult and bloody labor the prince finally came into the world.

“I’m going to bathe him, Your Grace” the midwife said.

“No!” you firmly responded. Even if you were tired and out of breath you still inspired respect and authority and the midwife stopped dead in her tracks. “Let me see his hands first”

To everybody else that was an odd request but the midwife, although confused, still obliged. When she gathered the small princely arms in her hand and showed the little hands on the newborn you couldn't contain your smile.

The prince had beautiful hands, long fingers and, you could already tell, a very delicate touch.

“The hands of his father” you whispered to yourself, looking with adoration at the child.

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A/N: there you go guys!!! How did you like it???? I know it was scandalous but honestly so so so fun to writeee!!! Please send me an ask and tell me what you thought! Im so eager to know and i promise im nice ^^. -Cat

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